This is painful at best.
Going on for no apparent reason
other than deciding today is not the day.
Constantly seeking purpose and meaning
just to avoid sinking too deep.
Hurry up with the diagnosis
so I have something to smile about.
A nice change of pace until it's over.
The silence at night is deafening
with the overwhelming sound of
a half-beating heart.
The result of a heart without love.
"Oh she'd lie on her bed
And stare into harsh white light.
And think that her heart's not right."
-copeland
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