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5:23 A.M. I have been trying too hard to stop writ

5:23 A.M. I have been trying too hard to stop writing about you but you've been my ink for so long. I left a piece of me on your study table when you were to flee, when you were too vulnerable to spend the nights alone, when you'd thank me everytime I played a song coping with your mood, when you were losing humanism, when I was changing cities and with it my hopes too. Sometimes the end of desire for closure is closure in itself but most times it's leaving. And I left you when I needed to, not when I should have. On leaving.
5:23 A.M. I have been trying too hard to stop writing about you but you've been my ink for so long. I left a piece of me on your study table when you were to flee, when you were too vulnerable to spend the nights alone, when you'd thank me everytime I played a song coping with your mood, when you were losing humanism, when I was changing cities and with it my hopes too. Sometimes the end of desire for closure is closure in itself but most times it's leaving. And I left you when I needed to, not when I should have. On leaving.