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May 2020
In case I don’t make it through the night,
In case I shatter your heart
and let the innumerable fragments catch the wind like dandelion seeds
I wanna tell you I’m sorry.
I’m sorry we never had the life we pieced together in our boundless daydreams
I’m sorry you can no longer hear my heartbeat resting contently against yours
Our gentle rhythms perfectly in sync
I’m sorry I couldn’t cling to the last morsel of light I still kept inside
But my love, I am hollow, and full of holes
I am screaming, but air alone escapes my body
Parasites have infested me
thrown a feast with my splintered mind as the main course
And I am too weary to put a stop to it.
I will try grip onto my life for as long as my will allows
But my love, I might not make it through the night.
Chelsea Lyons
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Chelsea Lyons  24/F/Buffalo,NY
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