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Jun 2019
i’m afraid to write about him
in case he leaves me too.
as i sit here in bed with my curtains closed,
another day completely the same,
a never ending cycle of nothing,
he lays on the other end of the phone.
and i’m too afraid to hang up,
in case he leaves me too.
why do i keep doing this to myself
Written by
Dean  21/M
(21/M)   
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