"Breath."
You lay in bed, trying for a breath. But its hard, its heavy, its not okay. You just lay there, a tear gushing down like from a lake. You think to your self "im not okay. Its not okay. Why couldnt i be there". You know its true, you know its you. Yet you know its for the best. You miss them, you do.. you really fucking do. But so what? Theyre gone. Not a trace left for you. Just gone.
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