Dearly deHearted

Stomach empty, haven’t slept right in weeks. Feel like I’m going crazy. Like my soul’s unclean. Starting to wonder what it all means like why I make these choices, how deep will I let my self sink. Don’t even remember when it all started. But I know exactly why. It was the day my heart and I departed. The day I gave up and I watched it shrivel up then die.™

-ab

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