simple as that, and simply said.
i remember this feeling, this smile,
this beat.
itd been a while since i noticed,
or cared to pay attention to my own sanity.
i was painting over the broken seams.
covering the loss with what i gained,
in an attempt to pretend he could ever
touch me the way he did.
he touches my mind in a way no
philosopher could ever explain.
dessa said it perfectly.
"youve been here before, you know where it goes,
it goes down.
youve already been here before,
you already know where it goes.
You choose this.
You know this."
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