I miss you so much. So much. I am so lonesome here. I am so...misplaced. Displaced. Replaced. I hate place.
And I would just give my whole life for a little love. So pathetic. But I would just give anything to feel good again. To have...I don't know. You? You when? Who when you were who? What?
You never talk to me. You hardly respond. I am not even a person.
A nagging habit, at best.
I just wish someone wished I was with them. Missed me. Wanted to just...be. With me. Like I do.
God, I miss you. When will I not feel this hole?

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