monophobia
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I'm sorry for inviting myself I just wanted to spend more time with you
And if I'm in your way I'll stand in the corner and wait for you
Now I'm sorry to be a bother but do you think I can have some water
She tugs at her sleeves
hiding her cold, white hands.
With trembling lips,
she breathes.
Her soul compresses,
lungs collapse,
heart implodes.
Beautiful boys,
ugly scars,