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i feel so empty
in the most complete
way
it hasn't stopped
raining
for days

[and i'd be lying if i said]

"i don't miss you."

i've got all his hopes
and all his dreams
pinned in and out
[all over me]
the future is a possibility

that i don't even want

[to/risk]

i'm so focused
on making myself
a pleasant place
for death to stay
that i don't even notice
a thing
about
life

and i've been told
i talk to much
is it lust or
is it love

and at the end of the day
i know i wouldn't be here
if the sex weren't
so good

DID I NOT SAY I WASN'T READY?!?!




(i'm not)