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Pushed AsideNo,I don’t feel as if something was taken away from me. He pushed himself through me and he pushed everything that was inside of me off to the side. He just pushed me to the side, and all I feel is a hole. There is a void where he used to be: it’s always there, and I wish that like a hole in the wall I could fill myself up with something patch myself up with something so that I would no longer have to feel. But I can’t. Anything to repair my injuries would only remind me that I was injured. I only wish that I could push myself back to where I used to be where I should be and fill the emptiness inside. As I rest my hand on me I want to push myself back to where I should be. where I should be. But I can’t. And every time I move, every time I turn, or sit, or cross my legs, I feel the void. And although the burning is less intense, it is always there. Where I was pushed aside--
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