random thoughts, snippets of creative writing, and miscellaneous laments.
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i'm tired -
the kind of tired that bypasses the bones
and seeps right to the soul.
i let you go lovingly,
and with finality.
this week alone, i’ve chased you through countless dreams ...
and then i pull strength from thin air.
the day is heavy with missing you.
and I can’t breathe.
and continuous writing about longing ...
oh last love, you're no longer my muse.
none of this is good for my heart ...