i am lost
how many pills did i dry swallow on an empty stomach while searching the room for you
what day is it
too many without you
my head is fuzzy
my brain is stuck in a loop of destitution
another soundless scream written from the bowels of loneliness
trapped in this repetitive prison of my own design
taking pills to numb the pain that isn’t physical, but the cure isn’t readily at hand
i am lost
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Hey- you ok?
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yes i am. thank you for asking though. sometimes the words are desolate. or the feelings are.
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Alright then. Be gentle with yourself. Or careful. Both.
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i will.
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