**"They told me to move on, to smile, to forget—but how do you forget someone who took a part of you when they left? Letting go wasn’t just about losing him; it was about losing myself. Dissociation isn’t clean—it’s messy, raw, and agonizing, like a soul torn from its home. My existence still breathes his name, my divinity once complete with him now crumbles in his absence. He’s gone, yet he remains—woven into the fabric of who I am. Some loves never truly leave

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