Sometimes my head is filled with thoughts of myself dying. I knew I would not be insignificant nor unspoken about. I would be remembered and loved. Wouldn't this be the perfect parting from this world? So, sometimes my head is filled with thoughts of myself dying. But when I heard I would long for someone more than death— I was enthralled. Thus, sometimes my head is filled with thoughts of myself meeting you.
Yet, I'm still waiting for the longing.
And I'm still waiting for you.
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