since i started with boyfriends
i've never gone six months without.
...much less...
now i have.
well, six months and a day, so.
part of me
is mournful, it is a waste of me.
many my happiest moments, bodies and sheets.
feel quite unalive staring at my ceiling:
i am more alone than i've ever existed.
part of me
doesn't give a fuck.
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