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that awful pit in your stomach growing 

nothing seems to make it go away 

the tears roll down your face but you want them to stay 

for you don't know what to do if you're not occupied by the physical response your body produces 

you try to tell yourself that everything is okay when you walk out into the world,

lying to yourself just to make it through the day 

but you know as soon as you as your alone, see that picture hanging on your wall or that letter that he once wrote you

you break down 

it was the right decision for being together was making you miserable but that misery was routine

you are now faced with a new monster where you are not adjusted, this new sadness is not your friend and you don't know how to act 

small talk is awkward and no, you don't want to get coffee with this stranger 

but maybe one day you'll come to terms, shake hands and make a truce.