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He’s gone. He is gone. He’s been gone for a while now, three, nearly four, months. But, why does everything still ache? Like he’s pissed on all my clothes, and no matter how many times I wash them? They still fucking stink. A cool bird illustration with no relation to the text. This one's a hoopoe. I’m with someone new. I’m living somewhere new. I’m not even in the same country as him. Yet, shit that he did to me? It still lingers. Like an invisible scar right on the tip of y