The words slightly make it out of my mouth.
My stomach laid flat on the bed.
Thoughts of you makes me weak.
I have no feelings going through my body.
I can’t feel the breezes that brushes through the window blinds.
It’s hard to change my mood.
All I’m forced to think about, are people who I regret meeting in my life.
This is the first night.
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There are five persons I regret that I had as friends in my youth. I know the feeling. Strong poem.
Thanks friend.