It’s sick.

I wish you could see how awful opening my eyes is when you’re not with me.

I get letters from people who won’t tell me anything once my eyes are open.

Yeah that’s why I said as I read it.

But I don’t want to anymore.

See people who won’t see me.

I miss you.

Why aren’t you here with me when there’s nothing I need more than you?

Waking up is bitter. Air is bitter. Everything on this side of the line is nothing I wanted.

I missed the chance to kiss you and tell you I need you and it’s because I never know

I should have known.

I miss you.

Waking up wasn’t worth it.

Please show up, please be somewhere, please see me

I miss you.

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