Breakeven

On an idle day, I usually sleep. It’s my own getaway from the pain I’m feeling because you. But now, I couldn’t sleep either because you also infiltrated my peaceful dreams and now a nightmare. I am halfway in wanting to sleep and wanting to wake. Where can I possibly put myself into? I hate this feeling. I hate the pain. I hate whenever my tears flow uncontrollably. I hate it when I remember you because I always do. All the things surrounding me, keep reminding me that you exist. That we exist. That we never worked out. That you left. That I’m left behind. That you moving on with your life. That I can’t even make a single step forward. That I still love you.

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