Taran

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My eyes burn with exhaustion.
Even in this haze of Prozac and cheap liquor,
the thought of you won’t leave my mind.
You’re driving me crazy; why did I leave you?

Love?
Love.
I have killed love,
By not having you in my life.

You are all I think about.
Please come back, let me
Back into your heart.
It is my fault,

I know.
Bitter with acceptance,
I am.
Just longing to have you back.





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