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Breathing is becoming so hard these days
it’s like you took the air with you
when you left me
and now I’m slowly suffocating
waiting for the day that my heart
will finally stop beating

And I don’t mind
I look forward to it
At least then i won’t be haunted
At least then i won’t feel pain
At least then
I won’t still love you

Or will I?

"Someday I’ll be writing about someone who loves me back."

- 10 word story (via c0herency)