hey sweetheart,
i am unwell. alright i asked for it. late nights and bad diet.
i remember how you always got genuinely angry with me when you think i took bad care of myself. sweet.
i miss you.
being sick makes people feel extra self sympathetic.
miss you miss you miss you
at my darkest moments, i think about how nice it will be to join you. nice place, nice weather, nice house, rainbows and angels.
but thoughts will only be thoughts.
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