imprisoned

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i'm stuck,
trapped within the thoughts of my own mind,
living in the mistakes of my past,
wishing these fabricated days could have been more
than just pitiful dreams i hoped to grasp,
in love of mere memories i still have of you
after what feels like decades of us apart.

when was the last time we've truly talked?
did we ever have a true conversation
save the ones i daydreamed?
i wonder how much you've changed,
how much you've grown,
and i wonder,
every time you see me,
if you only remember the person who i once was,
the person i regret being.

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i shall be forever alone, my good friend 😪

(at least i fucking hope not lmao)

also, it's been a long time. how are y'all?

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