Thursday, July 1

Finally

I'm in a good place if seeing you, FINALLY, makes me sick.
The thought of you gives me chills.
You are the last thing that I want.
The last thing that I need.
So happy I'm done.
And over.
I can't believe I ever wanted something so ridiculous.
I must have been high
or drugged beyond belief.
The last thing I want to imagine is you,
even just sitting next to me.
The sound of your voice makes me cringe.
Seeing you, FINALLY, makes me sick.
Seeing you, FINALLY, makes me sick.
Seeing you, FINALLY, makes me sick.
Seeing you, FINALLY, makes me sick.
Seeing you, FINALLY, makes me sick.

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