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The smell of your breath, the touch of your hand, and most importantly the way you made me feel, I am losing you bit by bit.
I wish I could explain how I feel but I don't even know where to start because I am losing me bit by bit too.
There are things and people and times and nothing compares to you because it doesn't make me feel like you did.
I am a stranger entrapped in this body, everyday a little less than the one you knew because I am losing me bit by bit.

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