Deep breaths....

Iím tired.
I have way more bad days than good ones.
I found out through you how submissive I was actually willing to be
Then now Iím looking for you to submit to
But where are you?
Where am I?
Music is faint but it still plays
Colors are dull but they were never gone
Possibly stained with red
But not completely covered
Jeez I miss you.
I genuinely love you.



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Deep breaths....