the whole wk is just about seeing docs.
and including a chiropractor.
for some reason, i miss you.
maybe its just the knee.
on some nights, i really feel like drinking recklessly to give me some form of courage and strength, reason and excuse, just to msg u and call u up just to say a 'hello, how are u' thing.
some nights after trainings, though i know u've moved house, i'd sometimes take a detour and ride slowly past ur old estate. where'd we used to hang out and just spent our lives talking about many things.
i look at those chairs. the playground. up at ur old house in the direction of ur room, knowing that u're no longer there, but still with some form of excitement brewing when i see ur room lights on.
u're still that void.
i've no idea what u've done to me to make me fall so deep.
now that u're out of it,
i'm just an empty pit.
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