Steph (stepharooni) wrote,

a piece of writing for your dietary pleasure

the pain of absence eats my heart, but I don't let on.
I play the role of the responsible young adult, claim that I know what I'm doing, I know what's good for me, and move on. I try new things, play with thoughts of changing identity, but I've known who I am since I was 14, so what's the point? I find myself swimming through the motions, going through a checklist of unnecessary actions to come to a conclusion I can already see, already grasp, all because that is what I am supposed to do.
the pain of absence eats my heart. I don't let on.

(I know I know, eating hearts...I'm so emo.)
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