HOW I MISS YOU, strange stranger knowing nothing of me, me knowing nothing of you
(or maybe I'm mistaken concerning both)
how half-existent anniversaries hurt
how the untold hurts
how everything hurts
it's a mistake to keep feelings disclosed - even despite my hidden-hiding nature, I realise just now
this is real weakness, not the naive, humble, shy, sentimental disposition of the honest and honestly vulnerable
maybe, someday, I wish
(I'll silently burst into crying with you in my head)
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