(Mentions of self harm and death)
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I miss you.
I miss your smile.
I miss your voice.
I miss your smell.
Dammit,
I even miss your touch.
I miss your laugh
And I miss the fact that you
Day dream so often.
I miss watching you do
Things that you know you
Shouldn't do but do anyway.
I just miss you.
I know I won't see you for another year. Our conversations are being cut short due to my constant need to escape from life with sleep. My mind consists of thoughts of you, all the time. You're what I think about when I wake up, when I go to sleep. You're what I think about when my first solution is to cut. You're my escape, you're my solution. Maybe if you were here I'd be happier, i'd cut less; i'd want to live.
This is going to be a very long year and I already miss you enough.
I'm missing you.
YOU ARE READING
Septiplier One shots
FanfictionDifferent short stories and poems about two lovers. Also- Most of these are more of a vent, I use Septiplier to present it but Most of it is my story.
