You’ll be the reason my mascara runs tonight/ Henny at bar, hiding alone in dim light

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There are places you don’t come to anymore, but you still fit through the spaces in between. It’s never silent in here with these thoughts, and everything I did to keep it from getting in just made it so you can’t get out. Creeping quietly behind my eyes where everything I see reminds me of the warmth you used to bring. So I spend my time in the company of friends and strangers, where my mind always slowly drifts back to you and I feel empty and alone all over again. I shouldn’t feel like this, because I can’t fix what you’ve broken.