have lost count of the days
sun becomes moon and
moon becomes sun and
i become ghost
a dozen different thoughts
tear through me each second
you must be on your way
perhaps it’s best if you’re not
i am okay
no i am angry
yes i hate you
maybe i can’t move on
i will i forgive you
i want to rip my hair out over and over and over again till my mind exhausts itself into a silence
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