The skin stretched across my bones threatens to burst open. I am less human when I am not with you; my ribcage does not protect this degenerating heart, but rather suffocates the rage, burning like alcohol poured down my throat.
I miss feeling your presence on the mattress, the tangled limbs and bedsheets. I am underwater with nothing to surface to
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COPELAND !!@
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