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Hey Babe,
You’ve probably noticed my absence today, I’ve certainly noticed yours…
I suppose this, whatever “this” is, is now transitioning into a permanent ending.
Every ounce of my mental capacity has been thrown at your escape hatch. It has thrown me through a loop and I don’t know what to think anymore. I’m frozen stuck, immovable while I glitch.
You’re detaching?
I’m detaching? And yet you still drive me bloody mental. I want to shake sense into you: Look at me, hear me, no no no, I mean REALLY look..
Under all that armour thrashing is an inner child, clawing at you to stay.
All this armoured weight combined with my trashing is giving me bruises and I’m growing weary. I’m really really tired.
Goodnight Babe, I do miss you.
Yours, Always.
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