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83 · Mar 2018
poem
uselesspoet Mar 2018
I only like you when I'm sick,
I stop thinking about you after I *******
You're on my mind when I sleep.
I wake up and stop thinking about you
I'm drowning, but what's new?
This never felt right.
I never felt fine, maybe that'll heal with time

— The End —