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August 25, 2019

  • Apr 15
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I feel a globe the size of a golf ball in my chest. It's on my right, above my breasts and beneath my collar bone. It sometimes hollows and reverberates when I feel a specific type of pain. The pain of an unrequited or simply unfulfilled love. A desire to see a lover oceans away. The three words "I miss you" seem to capture the dull ache quite well.

The ache can be described as a sour clench, a pang of craving for something or someone unattainable. It starts from the globe, then expands into the entire right chest, filling its way to the back of the neck and into the right ear. This ache, an echo for something lost.

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