i realize sometimes
my impatience runs deep
burrowing itself into worry
and to worry is to struggle
swallowing down everything
with such difficulty
that even then
it becomes so hard to breathe
turning everything inside spent
into outside forces of immobility
a self sufficient suffering
a void in an emptiness
brought about and around
by this simple notion
i miss seeing you.
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