everything is clear
and there is nothing around me
but the one striking thought
that i still miss you
and it's a bitter pain
a kind that ferments overtime
all the blood in my body streams
stale
broken
dreams
i miss you love.
i miss u

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𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
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everything is clear
and there is nothing around me
but the one striking thought
that i still miss you
and it's a bitter pain
a kind that ferments overtime
all the blood in my body streams
stale
broken
dreams
i miss you love.
i miss u