Loss

Towering

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Loss

Another night alone.
Another memory of the words my tongue can never seem to form.
Sight is my reminder because we lose it all in the blink of an eye.
These days, phrases wanting to be said are cut short.
Nothing left to lose.
It is at times like these when the heaviest of hearts come as the greatest waves of weakness.
My deepest apologies.
I wish I was stronger, but I accept defeat in moments of desperation.
"The quickest way of ending a war is to lose it."
The never have.
The never will be.