Dying

I have turned into a hell thinking about that toxic past. Thinking about even dying sometimes. Lost every single laugh of mine. You don't my love it's getting unbreathable inside.I have a little time now to live this life .going to end it soon if you don't arrive. Will be late soon. Now people calling me alive .but they don't know it's just a body .the soul is already there where it wants to reside. 
Your absence is haunting me like a bad past.
So, come fast! wherever you are

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