Nobody tells you that when loneliness arrives you will crumble. That you will lay on the floor in a ball listening to your grandmother speak. You will remember she's been dead almost as long as you've been alone. You will not cry. You will pray to God to quiet your mind and soul. You will awake in the middle of the night. on the floor. In the dark. With a blocked nose and a heavy head. With a cold. You will write six chapters. Eat four different snacks. Listen to your little sister dress for school. You will only sleep when she kisses you bye. You will forget that today was monday. You will miss your class. Your best friend will call you 16 times today. You will cry when you hang up because you can hear the relief when he realises you are not dead. You will be unsure if you are dead. Your father will bring you your favourite takeaways because he noticed you have not eaten all your food in six days. You will eat it all while he watches. Your heart will cringe
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