Hey.
Do you see the sun? Tears in your eyes. Watching the kids run. Hearing the screams in your head. The buses turn from yellow to pale red. Every day. I know your eyes were open till 4. Waking at 6. Numbing for a fix. Gazing at helpless shoulders. Scarlet slits making life hellishly colder. Last year. Look through my phone. See those whores in my head. I just wanted to be alone. From bones holding such shallow tears. This was a river for all I ever feared. I hope you see the sun.
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