Alone.
Again.
With my thoughts.
Over-analyzing everything:
What you said.
What you didn't.
The way you acted.
How I feel with and without you.
The look in your eyes.
The softness of your touch.
Loneliness doesn't suit me well.
Not because I can't handle being alone,
But because I can't handle being alone with my thoughts.
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