I found the note she left behind,
It was only a thought, but it meant so much,
Maybe this time she’d be back,
Maybe she’d remember that I loved her,
My thoughts are exhausted
This wonderful hell has become my home
I can’t complain though, this is what I wanted yesterday,
I missed missing her….

What is it that am thinking,
What is it that’s bothering,
What is it that am dreaming,
What is it that am doing,
Where is it that am going,
Why am I doing this,
It all leads to a dead end,
My thoughts are exhausted.

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