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The Walk

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I walked the path to your beautiful little home.

To our beautiful little home.

The overwhelming familiarity made my steps heavier.

Each step killing me a little.

I started losing parts of me.

At every step something went missing, an eye, a hand, a leg, my shoulder, nose, ears, arms, thighs, face…

Every step took away a part of me.

When I reached your doorstep, our doorstep, there was just one thing left of me.

The faint throbbing of an aching heart.