Vivid
Do you see his face every time you close your eyes?
With the medicines
every dream is hauntingly vivid.
Waking up, feels like my soul is being ripped
from another life.
He lives in my subconscious,
along with the other dead people
encouraging me
to keep living.
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So happy to see your writing here. And you are crushing it.
This is hauntingly lovely!