I sit here waiting for the sun to exist once again to fake a smile and tell everyone I’m ok.When the truth is that while sitting on this cold porch at 4am, I am drowning with the ocean that lays miles away from me, barely breathing; keeping my head above its waves. 

I’m not manic nor am I depressed, it’s this mixed state and smoke that fills my lungs while listening to the time with hands that click, tic, tic toc, that tells me we’ve come to our end. I love you. Goodbye my dearest.

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