I just miss them very deeply. They were the one person who saw me and understood me.
I feel lonely without them.
But I'm holding onto someone who doesn't exist for me. That version of them exists for someone else, now.
I thought I had the flu or something.
Turns out, I'm just depressed.
So, after all, I was right. You did leave me with trauma in my bones.
Happily ever after. Cheers, I guess.
--- Ink and Wander
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Butterfly - 12th poetry collection
PoetryA rainbow is bursting from within me. This is my 12th collection. Poetry collections (written in this order) : 1) Poetry 2) Cathartic 3) Masquerade 4) Compass 5) Reverie 6) Stars Above Me 7) Melodies 8) Caterpillar 9) Musings 10) Stoicism 11) Chry...
