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Still so fresh
The words that jumped from the page
Burrowing into my vitals
Heart bounding
Hands shaking
Betrayal, a dagger in the eye.
Emptiness looming
Fending off impending loss
Crushing my chest
Stealing my breath
Yet I hold tight
Like grim death
Kicking and screaming
Rejecting the idea of finality
Rejecting the idea of a point of no return
I will not accept defeat
​I will not concede.