I sleep with my eyes open.
staring at your eyes on the ceiling.
you breathed into me for years.
a flame that eats my bones.
and not one day goes by.
in which I don't smell your skin.
as if its my own.
I want to rip it out of me.
but I'm a silly little girl who believes in lies.
that I can be just as happy as them.
so I let myself die again.
after all.
this isn't real.
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