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Sipping on lukewarm coffee and the thought of you comes to mind and it hurts and it hurts and it hurts and my stomach feels light, I taste salt on my tongue and then it's gone. All the food and stomach acid and coffee is expelled from my organs. Hopefully, you were expelled with them. And it still hurts and now my head feels light but my thoughts aren't about you anymore. I just worry if I'll make it through the night. 

Happy Birthday.