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day 90

what's wrong, ambreen?
since you stopped at 87,
I decided to complete this.
without you,
I'm just a play thing,
without you,
I'm just a garbage,
but you made me realize that,
one thrown and crippled heart,
can also be happy.
but when you were away,
it didn't satisfy me.
the way we talked to eachother,
the way we used to pout together,
and the way we used to break our hearts together.
that was the most satisfying thing I did,
and when you also left,
that's the worst thing I felt.

that's why when you came back,
I chose not to show affection towards you,
because I can't manage to get attached to a string that I know—
will probably break and won't never be the same again.

i'm so sorry.
i can't do this anymore.