twisted [1]

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He has yet to wake up.
I still miss him.
It's been a whole month since I last saw his face, yet I still see it as I stare into my empty wall.
The one picture on my desk... Of my team...
I'd crossed my face from it a while ago.
I can't stop blaming everything on myself.

"It's my fault, isn't it..?" I whimper as I bury my face into the pillow... It smells like him, still... Even though the last time he was here was 2 and a half months ago.

I miss him too much it's unhealthy...
My stomach feels like it's twisting.


... Please, wake up...

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