Notes
I don't miss you at five am, whenever I'm locked up in my room and the sun is threatening to knock on my window sill as I lay in bed, wide awake with the ever present ache of loneliness knocking against my chest as I forget how to breathe. I miss you all the damn day. No matter where, no matter when. I miss you so damn much it hurts and I hate myself for it.
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