late [ a poem by me ]

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it's so late
every inch of you is running through my mind
it's almost overwhelming
i feel a weight on my chest
remembering the way you once held me
and then the way you told me
that you found someone else
it's so late
and i'm thinking about  you
it hurts so bad
but i don't know how to stop

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