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The Aches of Living

by anastasia-m

I am empty, Miserable, Loved. I do not deserve to live. I deserve nothing. I am forever in this body until it dies. Until my flesh has become dust, And I am once again reunited with the stars. Give up on me, poor fellow. Your love is suited elsewhere. Be happy and free without me.
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