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April 8, 2025 at 1:30 PM
I open the chat—you were last seen
ages ago. I close it again.
Wait. Breathe. Fail. Repeat.
(Do you even watch me bleed?)
You know. You always knew—
the way my heart clings to you.
Yet here’s your silence, thick and deep,
while I drown in memories I keep.
Now I lie here, screen-lit, raw,
rereading words from before.
But strangely… dry eyes, quiet chest—
no rage left. Just gratitude, instead.
For once, I smile. Not torn, not torn.
Just glad you existed.
Just glad you were born.
