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I read other peoples happiness

Because I can’t find my own

Engrossed in a novel

Every few moments

I glance at my phone

All alone

Memories torture me

Going through the same thing

Again and again

Hasn’t taught me

Calling  my phone

On my mothers line

To make  sure

My phones ringing

Such pain

My hearts

Stinging

Got me living

In disarray

Every minute

Feels longer then

A 24 hour day

When will it end

I know

Time heals all wounds

But what am I

supposed to do

Until then?