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Why is saying goodbye to you so hard? It's just one word that can make me so emotional, so fearful,
so hurt, so alone...

Trying to tell you even once, just stops my heart dead in its tracks, knowing that it could mean our

last goodbye, our last "hurrah".

It has become a bane to me, stirring up feelings that grip my heart very tightly in its clutches,

threatening never to release it from its keep.

It stumbles my every movement. It makes me faulty in my speech, action, and mood. It slowly changes

me into a husk of my former self.

Every time I think about those words and you, it causes the cruelest knowledge to come to mind: "This

is it, make it last."

"Sweat dripping, pulse quickening, body shaking; Yep, I have it bad." I say to myself, knowing that it will

never get any easier.

So, I swallow my feelings, walk that long terrible walk, sigh deeply and turn to you saying: "Its hard for me

to do, but I want to say, before you left...."

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Why is saying goodbye to you so hard? It's just one word that can make me so emotional, so fearful,
so hurt, so alone...

Trying to tell you even once, just stops my heart dead in its tracks, knowing that it could mean our

last goodbye, our last "hurrah".

It has become a bane to me, stirring up feelings that grip my heart very tightly in its clutches,

threatening never to release it from its keep.

It stumbles my every movement. It makes me faulty in my speech, action, and mood. It slowly changes

me into a husk of my former self.

Every time I think about those words and you, it causes the cruelest knowledge to come to mind: "This

is it, make it last."

"Sweat dripping, pulse quickening, body shaking; Yep, I have it bad." I say to myself, knowing that it will

never get any easier.

So, I swallow my feelings, walk that long terrible walk, sigh deeply and turn to you saying: "Its hard for me

to do, but I want to say, before you left...."