your shirt

[anightingale]

The days go by since the last time I made you smile, felt your heartbeat with mine, and at first I felt relieved. Now its just the silent beckoning of twisted guts and things I've tried to forget the names of. This forlorn and pensive silence that creeps slowly into its own home in my chest, climbing upwards for air that doesn't get through the

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[anonymous]

faith.

[anightingale]

im not the one who needs it.