departure.
too soon.
it all
happened
too soon.
here we are,
and away you go.
probably for a while,
but who knows?
it's not
supposed to be
a big deal,
right?
well,
too late.
my body begins
to ache in
devastating pain.
you triggered
my weak point:
being left behind
by whoever meant
so much to me.
-
fu--i mean
screw this.
i don't fu--
really know
anymore.
is
venting
supposed to
help me at
this fu--
screwed up
point?
eitherway,
i'll miss you,
and i give up on restricting my profanity,
so fuck it,
i'm falling apart,
but i can never say
it's because of you.
-l
11.22.2018
4:26 p.m.
what did i just write? yikes wahaha
YOU ARE READING
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