Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.
Death is all around and I am falling through the cracks.
Breathing. No, weezing. Coughing.
Now I’m falling. There’s never enough hours in the day..to say good bye the right way but then again you died yesterday.
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