Get over it so that I can know it won’t hurt forever
Get over it so that I can stop feeling like I’ll feel this way in two shattered directions
What a fucking liar
He says he’ll message me when he feels better
No one ever comes back
Not really
I can pout about it and be hungry and be drunk
Or I can pout about it be exhausted but be fed and be drunk
I don’t want to talk about
I’m so tired of falling to pieces
Such exhaustion is in a silent box unheard and never seen no one ever believes me
No one has ever seen my worst day
So far away…
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