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Jun 2023
The worst part about being lonely
isn’t the pit in my stomach,
or the way I can disassociate for hours.
It’s the fact that I know he is the only
cure.
And I could probably pick
up my phone right now
and call him,
ask him to save me from this feeling
and he probably would.
But just for tonight.
Tomorrow I will be lonely again.
Chameleon
Written by
Chameleon  29/F/Ohio
(29/F/Ohio)   
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