i lay on my bed. staring at the ceiling. i roll over to my side. those sharp whispers replaying in my head. i wipe my own tears. pretending. and hoping its someone wiping them for me the only thing that is wiping for me is that soaked pillow. i hug myself. pretending its someone. whispering to me "its going to be okay" banishing all of the dark thoughts. i hold my own hand till my knuckles turn white till i start thinking its someone comforting me but at the end its such an imagination i have that will never come true.
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