adam
your loss was an insufferable pain and i couldn't stand the heat
you were willing to starve if it meant that i could eat
we entertained the possibility of living to be eighteen
but you set fire to your clothes to keep me warm
and i saw myself as company.
maybe i need therapy more than i needed a friend
maybe im not stable enough to accept the fact that people are temporary and we came to our end.
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