RT. Tests. Marketing Project to hand up. Getting more freelancing offers for IT. Moving. Momentum. Pumping stats. Washing last buckets of clothes. Change teases. Build. Repair. Reinforce. Much goes into self revolution. Thinking of those I've met. Those I will meet. Those that I will never again.
This is good. I like it.
Yet her i still miss. Yearn. Be breathless over.
Cuddle me. Embrace me. The warmth of our lips, pounding our hearts, exciting our lungs, exhilarating our limbs, escalating urge tears down walls we've built, asunder, tingling touch, art thou forlorn? To be Loved. Accepted. Whole again. I want it.
For now. Patience. Whilst my rejuvenate.
Asphyxiate.
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