With every breath, I feel as though I am drowning in your absence.
 
In every moment I reach and strain, but there is no air.
 
I am submerged in the murky pool called despair.
 
Light does not penetrate and warmth does not persist.
 
I curse the day my vile unrighteous heart was conceived.
 
Would that someone worthy of great love had been in my stead.
 
But here am I;
 
Unrighteous,
 
Unworthy,
 
Unacceptable,
 
Unloved.

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