Multo
I know healing is not linear — there are days when you rise, and there are days when you’re in the low. Today is one of those lows.
I’m at the gym right now, trying to catch up. And yet, all I can think about is how you were HERE. How you were once part of THIS.
Isn’t it ironic?
I’m moving. I’m trying to carry forward. But somehow, in my attempt to do so, every movement leads me back to you.
You used to be an integral part of my everyday. You were woven into my mornings, my nights, my routines, my mundane. And then, suddenly, you were just… gone.
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Continuing is one thing. But continuing with parts of your body missing feels cruel. I know this is just dopamine withdrawal. But shit, it fucking hurts. It feels unfair for dear life.
Moving on is supposed to feel like a high — a sense of freedom, of finally getting back on track. But today, I spiral. Today, I stomp my feet again. I still grieve you.
In every repetition.
In every set.
In every rest.
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