In the last week I felt her withdrawing. What was once everywhere, an ocean I imagined myself to be drowning in, was now — Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy
In the last week I felt her withdrawing. What was once everywhere, an ocean I imagined myself to be drowning in, was now — Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy
In the last week I felt her withdrawing. What was once everywhere, an ocean I imagined myself to be drowning in, was now — Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy
In the last week I felt her withdrawing. What was once everywhere, an ocean I imagined myself to be drowning in, was now — Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy
In the last week I felt her withdrawing. What was once everywhere, an ocean I imagined myself to be drowning in, was now — Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy
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In the last week I felt her withdrawing. What was once everywhere, an ocean I imagined myself to be drowning in, was now barely deep enough to bathe in. I saw her warmth draining away and I couldn't stop it.

— Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy
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