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God damn your words.
I keep trying to fill myself. Remind myself that I am loved. That the world is so full of wonder. That somewhere the sun is shining.
And then I have to come home to this empty bed.
I wish sleep was a choice.
I wish I had never remembered how to cry.
I keep trying to fill myself. Remind myself that I am loved. That the world is so full of wonder. That somewhere the sun is shining.
And then I have to come home to this empty bed.
I wish sleep was a choice.
I wish I had never remembered how to cry.