twenty-eight.

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the loneliness
crawls back
to me again.

well,
i guess it
just has
to end.

every
single
memory
has to go.

never
to come
or be
recalled.

the thoughts
return like
shards
of glass.

yes,
everything needs
to come
and pass.

-

even
the most
memorable
memories,

i have
too many
good ones
to share.

greetings, world.
i've come
to realize
many things.

hey you,
yes, you!
you don't seem like
someone who cares.

through
pain and
suffering we go,
the ones we cannot bear!

-l
10.8.2018
6:20 p.m.

all is well, just saying hahaha

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