Tears.
Who knew they could mean so many things?
Years.
Passing by; so long that we've gone through 10 ten different kings.
An exaggeration.
But that's how it feels.
The duration..
so long, it kills
Me inside.
A thousand times, it seems,
I've died.
I see you in my dreams.
And at times I fear that this pine will never wane,
but, for my sake.. I understand. I must accept that I'll never see you again.
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For my fellow depressees 😻☝🏾!
