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karlie_vanwyk

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Another Day Another car crash. Another ride to the hospital. Another phone call that broke me. Another Tear running from my eyes to my cheeks Another day waiting for your text But this time, it’s not coming… is it? Just like last time. Just like all that times Were i gave you One last chance Just one I needed you I was shacking I was in sock I almost lots my family At least then, you texted back About two weeks later. With a opology I was bussy Im sorry Today. This week. What am I supposed to expect? One message Nothing at all You’re gone. You left Like a dad who is never supposed to come back. So what am I supposed to expect now Three years It was clearly never that long to you. I was clearly never that important. You found another person the very next day. And me? Alone in the shadows I dont know why I am sad You hurted me I am supposed to be mad at you Right. I’m sorry I miss you.

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Profile picture of user: sidusferam

Oh how my heart felt this🥺❤️❤️

Profile picture of user: a_p_wyndham

Brutal. Funny how so many of us live entirely inside own indiosynchratic thoughts. The lines between devotion and obsession, love and lust, grief and longing—and so many others—is small enough that we mislabel them all the time. Sometimes willingly, even. Anyway. I like this. Relatable. Really made me think. 💪