Regrets
A pit in my stomach, An ache in my chest How could reading someone's name mess me up, like a glitchy minute hand of a broken clock, re-reading, rewinding, reminiscing about our moments, hating my present, but still can't bring myself to admit that I am withering away, that I wanted you to stay. ©reddragonfly⚘
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