It’s 7 am and I have been awake since last night. My thoughts are wandering about every edge and sidewalk of my brain. The walk isn't so good for my thoughts because you are there in every corner; a crack my thoughts stumble upon every once in a short while. There is no way I can fix those cracks and it sucks.
It’s 7 am and I have been awake since last night. I am not supposed to be thinking about you at all. I have made accords with my other self that I am so over you, but tonight the agreement was rescinded and now the wars inside my mind have begun. The dead buried unhealthy thoughts are brought back to life, the long gone forgotten sadness are put on and I am falling. It’s not a safe place anymore.
It’s 7 am and I have been awake since last night. I have been remembering you and I hate it as much as I really like you. Severally, I abhor you and dislike the fact that I have once liked you and now, I want you I don’t know. I don’t want to be yours, I don’t want you to be mine. I am not asking for too much, all I need is a talk, or coffee, or a cigarette, in your presence. I’d be so lucky if I got the four of you at once.
It’s 7 am and I miss you. You probably won’t be reading this, you probably don’t notice me and I quite sure I never cross your mind. It’s fine and I will let go because you were just a phase, or as I like to say to myself.
It’s 8 am and I don’t think I miss you anymore.
It’s 7 am and I miss you. You probably won’t be reading this, you probably don’t notice me and I quite sure I never cross your mind. It’s fine and I will let go because you were just a phase, or as I like to say to myself.
It’s 8 am and I don’t think I miss you anymore.
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