I jump
I think that it is you
I hope that it is you
But it is not
It's when I least expect it
That you arrive
You catch me off guard
And it hurts
Every inch of my being aches
My heart is pumping blood
Blood through veins that are not my own
Through a body that knows not how to react
Creating thoughts.
Scattered. Words.
Meaningless.
Words.
This message is for everyone
except for you
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