My World Has Ended Today

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y. It is the end of the world — my world; you won’t even feel it. It is a tingling under my skin; a twitch in the corner of a smile, a burning sensation behind my eyelids — but don’t worry, you won’t see me crying. Because if I were to cry every time my world is ending, your world, too, will flood within seconds.It has not just happened today — it won’t be the last. It happens every night I cannot fall to sleep as the fears arise. It happens every morning I wake up next to an empty space. It happens eve

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ry time I long for a loving embrace but instead, find myself locked in a bare apartment. It happens every time my phone call goes to voicemail and every time someone calls me, and I am late to reply — next thing I know, my world has ended overnight.My world has ended today, like it did last week, a month ago, and a month from now it ends again. I am used to it, and I no longer need to cry. But some days I wonder, how would it feel if once my world could last a little longer?</article></body>

My World Has Ended Today

It is the end of the world. For me, today. It is the end of the world — my world; you won’t even feel it. It is a tingling under my skin; a twitch in the corner of a smile, a burning sensation behind my eyelids — but don’t worry, you won’t see me crying. Because if I were to cry every time my world is ending, your world, too, will flood within seconds.

It has not just happened today — it won’t be the last. It happens every night I cannot fall to sleep as the fears arise. It happens every morning I wake up next to an empty space. It happens every time I long for a loving embrace but instead, find myself locked in a bare apartment. It happens every time my phone call goes to voicemail and every time someone calls me, and I am late to reply — next thing I know, my world has ended overnight.

My world has ended today, like it did last week, a month ago, and a month from now it ends again. I am used to it, and I no longer need to cry. But some days I wonder, how would it feel if once my world could last a little longer?