the lonliness doesn't really hit me until late at night. i've messed up my sleep schedule so badly- i'm so scared of sleeping, i don't understand it. i stay awake thinking of all the places and people i'd rather be or rather meet and all the dreams that are too far away from my fingertips.
i can't clear my chest. there's build up in my lungs. i wonder if it's physical, or if it's all the paper lies i've been swallowing.
x
if i could fly,
sam
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