I’m losing track of who I’m supposed to be.

My mind only clear when your hands are on me.

The distance is daunting. My severed heart yearns.

As time wastes away, I’m emotionally burned.

You called me your darling, I called you to talk.

It’s messy falling apart when we were so interlocked.

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