..

unlived

why did you bother loving me, when all it left me with was

torn edges of a photograph, faded mementos running jagged across my skin

a sense of myself and reason to keep living for my own needs

pools of sadness that slowly drag me in until they drown me, on long, cold, turbulent nights like these

memories that could break the heart of a stronger person than i

.

dear diary,

today i mourned a life left unlived

a day in the sun left in memory

a wish in the dark left unfulfilled

what next?

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