on days where i can't bring myself to do anything else, i only think of you
it hurts, but at least the heartsickness is a comfort in its familiarity
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Poetryyou might find fragments of your soul trapped between the pages here
heartsickness
on days where i can't bring myself to do anything else, i only think of you
it hurts, but at least the heartsickness is a comfort in its familiarity
