When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations

When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations like meals delivered to my plate, three times a day. Each time enough to nourish me, to make me hope, to keep my heart alive.

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