the lonliness doesn't really hit me until late at night. i've messed up my sleep schedule so badly- i'm so scared of sleeping, i don't understand it. i stay awake thinking of all the places and people i'd rather be or rather meet and all the dreams that are too far away from my fingertips.i can't clear my chest. there's build up in my lungs. i wonder if it's physical, or if it's all the paper lies i've been swallowing.
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if i could fly,
sam
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