My stomach feels bloated and overstuffed.
But the pot keeps boiling, I keep stirring and then I sit back down.
A desperate attempt to feel loved may have been a poor move.
Not a bad move but, it doesn't seem like it will produce good lasting results.
A quick fix...and then what? Go back to feeling sad that he isn't here anymore.
Fuck you if you think I'm too sad. These words are just for me.
Hit the X and don't come back. Forget.
Forget.
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