Gasping for Air
Every morning at about 3 am I am jolted awake by the pain and anxiety of losing you. It rushes to my heart and chest like an asteroid colliding into my soul. Waking up is like being thrown into a nightmare that I can not escape. The heaviness on my heart feels as though I'm drowning, gasping for air, but I never truly am able to recover. Will this torment ever end? I really believed you loved me.
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