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mourning dreaming

i remember you crying in the car

"and guess im still here on this window shelf, watching reflections that twist into someone else. im feeling more positive, or maybe im lying the line keep blurring and i keep trying the earth keeps shifting the edges of 'me' constantly drifting please don't change again i whisper to my mirror, but who am I begging? and who's meant to hear it? im not ready yet - to claim or deny to anchor this snape or let it pass by."

please slow down,

i missed so much