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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