The Absence.

When I am absent from you, when my soul can’t touch yours, when my bones are afraid to move because you are not here, it’s another type of hell for me. All of my fears come after me at once.

Oh how it feels like life is nothing more than wasting breaths and being somewhere you do not wish to be when you are not here.

 

V.A.C.W.
20:19

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