Rar.

If only this incessant, rapid beating within my chest could finally put for you to rest years’ worth of unrelenting stress forced upon you like I imagine you forcing things into me. Maybe then you’d get release and maybe then I’d break apart from the unpleasantries that make up the reality of these days without you. But I can’t make you happy in the ways I wish I could and you haven’t been making me happy in the ways I wish you would. Though I suppose it’s all nothing but fact, changing nothing but circumstance, my brain hyper-focused on all these monstrous emotions regarding you.


CMC

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