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Months came 

And months went


I feel exhausted

Tired

Sad


It was like I was suffocating,

Like I couldn't breathe

Like the walls were caving in on me


I was giving up 

And I'm sorry

because I gave up on everyone else as well


I miss myself

I miss smiling

I miss being happy

I miss loving you


I miss loving anything that isn't sleep

I miss being ME.

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