Dear JS,
I'm having fun running my own little
Part of Hell.
I'm alone yet, not
And I don't care really
[mother says I'm insane
Therapy is insanely boring.]
I've got
Me
Myself
And
You.
Just the three of us
Maybe one more
But
Eh it's all the same when you can't tell
If you talk in your sleep
Or toss-and-turn
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Dear JS
Poetryand i’m l o n e l y; there, i said it i’m lonely but it’s { hard to admit it } when everybody thinks that you’re fine all the time and you’re not [drabbles from a lovesick person]