The Constant State
Goodbye. It hurts.
I'll see you. Better.
I won't leave you. Yes.
This constant state of goodbye exhausts my entire being.
It leaves me alone,
desperate to get back to you,
desperate to stop the ache.
When I get back I'll stay in your arms forever
I swear.
But for now,
Goodbye
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