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You’re still all I think about. There’s a moment with the morning smoke where I am numb enough to be indifferent. I regain feeling shortly thereafter. I don’t want to be numb anymore.
I play my guitar. I booked a flight to New York. I aced my courses. I take all my meds. I got the vaccine. I decorated my apartment. I hang out with friends. I went on a date. I lost weight. I worked out. I drank. I popped. I swallowed. I snorted. But more than anything I’ve cried. Nothing distracts me from your absence. I am damned.
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