it's been hell—oh trust me.
do you even know what you do to me?
being separated from you felt like someone ripped
out my beautiful pumping heart and dragged it
through the disgusting dirt.
after that, my issues expanded and engulfed me
whole, complete.
sometimes i don't even go to school or work—
because i can't get up. all i can do is think of you.
longing for you. all i could do is weep and try to get
up in the pool of sorrows i made for myself.
-thiwa.
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