So many thoughts running through my mind. Writing is the only thing that’s keeping me alive. Because waiting on you is dying a slow, miserable death. Suffocated by stuff we created|Love imitated by lust Fears outside my body|Solely naked Hiding behind only the lies I told myself for why you haven’t called. Never fall for a poet.
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