idk what to call this, lmao

April 28, 2020

Dean,

four letters of pure pain

enclosing around my eyes and ears

leaving me blind and deaf

gasping for more but hating it all

Dean,

four letters that I trusted fully

never knowing true heartbreak

that is, until you moved on

leaving me hopeless

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