Too sad to speak
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I wonder if you’re happy, what time you go to bed,
I think about what the point of thinking about you is
and why I couldn’t stop if I tried
Did I just say I love you? Did I just prove it?
But nothing happened. A minute just went by, I blinked,
I swallowed, although I don’t remember doing these things
I clearly remember being with you
Does that mean you are more important then what I’m doing now?
Pathetic, people look at me like MOVING ON IS A CHOICE
Not for me. Stop feeling x sorry for yourself.
I’m not sorry for anyone.
These are the conversations you have
with yourself
Eating dinner alone at the kitchen n table
It’s a special kind of lonliness
Raw and unfiltered – organic NOT FROM CONCENTRATE
You’re a thousands of miles away but all I can hear is
fucking you
It makes eating and swallowing very difficult.
-typewriterblues
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