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I thought that swallowing it down,

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Pretending I was asleep one more night,

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Or trying to focus on what we DID have,

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Would make it disappear. .

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This was the lump in my throat, disguised as guilt,

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Warm tear down my cheeks,

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feeling the stomach I never used to have as I rolled onto my side,

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The new body I felt every night for 8 months in my sex-less relationship.