Thursday, October 11

Desperate

I can't cry.
I can't laugh.
I can't breathe.
I can't look.
I can't walk.
I can't smile.
I can't dance.
I can't swing.
I can't eat.
I can't function.
I can't do anything without memories of us surfacing.

I can't handle that.

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