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As my tears stung onto my face

You aren't here again

I always stuck myself In this lonely place

Confinement until I'm with him



Nervous stomach and shattered thoughts

I thought you could be the one

Anxiety from fucking beyond

The feelings I sensed...Again

were all fucking wrong



Lonely as hell

I'm made into the idiot again

What the fuck was I thinking

confinement until I'm with him

...I'm so fucking trusting



Waste my day

waiting for him

Wishing

Hoping

Thinking

A feeling of loss

so far away

When the whole time

in his mind

I was Nothing.