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I’m sorry I didn’t make a life with you
I’m more sorry that wasn’t even an option
because to be honest
I still miss

My head aches from
this empty sameness
or maybe it just aches
from dregs of flu
I know my heart aches
from emptiness of you
yet to find the filler
to replace your space
there’s no grey in black & white
until the bleeding starts
then, sometimes
there’s even color
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