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Nostalgic High on Friendship

Disconnected
Dial tones on high
Where are y'all?
We used to talk everyday
But now there's silence for days
We come together; we fall apart
I miss y'all
I miss our friendships most
I try to reach out
With memes,
With songs,
With houses I fall in love with
I send you my thoughts
My worries, my musings of
Just how much I miss you
The miles are turning to years
And the sands in the hourglass
Are turning to obsidian
Under my lava like tears
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you
I keep saying this like you don't know
I feel like a doll with seams coming undone
My words are like vipers
Coiled ever so perfectly around my tongue
I feel hollowed and there are frogs living in my spine
Words and visions curling like smoke
And all I have is nostalgic memories
Of wandering graveyards and parks
Of stumbling after y'all high as fuck
On food, on my twenties
On the edible taken on an empty stomach
I miss you so much my bones crack with emotions
I wish I had more moments to meditate on
Friendships hurt most when there's distance between us.
Written by BlueBeastGirl (Beasty)
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Author's Note
Fuck, I miss my friends
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