I feel like I am leaving a part of me.

Leaving it with something so loved, so dear, that it hurts even more.

I will miss it so much...

Even as I'm typing this, my tears fall on the keyboard.

It's been two years since I lost this part of me,

yet it is still a raw and open wound.

This part of me, I know I can live without, but it doesn't feel as if I will.

I'm leaving it with my chaos.

I know that no one will even begin to understand this unless they are very close to me, and no one will truly understand it unless they were me.

But that's ok.

I'm writing this for me.

For a part of me.

My chaos.

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