It always feels like I'm borrowing moments that belong to others.
I'm always just an afterthought, a squeezed-in appointment.
I understand you're busy, which is why I'd rather you call when you have time to spare.
I don't want our conversations cut short, leaving me hanging.
It hurts a bit, you know, haha.
You made me accustomed to your presence, only to take it away suddenly.
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PoesieMy random thoughts daily, writing to avoid being engulf by my sanity. If I stop writing, it means its the end for me.