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Can't sleep. I can if I really tried to... but once again my thoughts wander to the past, when I had someone to crawl under the covers after they got off work, to make love to... or have sex, to wrap my arms around.
Now its nothing but covers.
Sometimes I really hate the past, ya know? Images disturb me mimicking fingernails on a chalkboard, grinding through my skull light a living breathing nightmare.
I don't want him back. I just want someone.
... and I have to keep reminding myself that the someone I dream of is coming... very soon... or at least I predict it will happen.
I'm lonely. But I like being alone most of all... isn't that odd?
Now its nothing but covers.
Sometimes I really hate the past, ya know? Images disturb me mimicking fingernails on a chalkboard, grinding through my skull light a living breathing nightmare.
I don't want him back. I just want someone.
... and I have to keep reminding myself that the someone I dream of is coming... very soon... or at least I predict it will happen.
I'm lonely. But I like being alone most of all... isn't that odd?