Sometimes, I'm okay with this. But I'm thinking now, its because we don't talk, that I'm able to not think about you.
Sometimes, I think about you, and I'm not okay with this. I can't breath, the tears well up, and my head becomes cloudy.
I feel like I'm floating in an ocean, it doesn't matter what I do, I'll just bob here, never sinking, never
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