In the silence, I have to tell myself that she's not thinking about me.
It's been some months. Gotta keep it up.
"She's not thinking about you man. All those plans and that future you thought you had is shit now. You are two people who knew each other pretty well, but that's all. You both wasted your time and if you know anything, then you'll realize that's the horrible part; you not getting that time back. Fuck what those dead poets said, you wasted your time and you know you wish you hadn't. You can't take it back, you would, but that's not your current reality. It sucks. She's gone. Get hurt."
Bye
Later days, Longer nights
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