Hazy 9pm Thoughts.

For weeks, I have walked on tired legs

One unsteady foot after another

I had no idea where I or we were headed

For months, I have lived on borrowed breath

One heavy sigh after the other

It feels like something in my chest was dragging me down to my death

I had no idea what I was doing

I can’t go back to smiling the way I used to

Or laughing the way I used to

I’ve stopped loving the way I used to

It feels like something inside me has died

I love you, but I want to love myself too.

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