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It’s not about never going away; it’s about always coming back.

You are the undefinable yet ever present feeling of a dream. And when I wake in the golden sunlight of early spring, when the weekend has ended and I am forced to replace my heart, you leave traces of your love scattered around my world like old photographs. I see you in the things that pass daily before me, and that is why I smirk ever so slightly as I walk in late again, as I trip up the stairs or get lost in the maze of brick buildings: you are watching me, with me, slightly giggling at all these things that could never matter.

They should have given me a guitar then, not psych meds.

It’s the kind of thing where I want to be angry and cold yet sort of seductive. It’s the kind of thing where I want someone to help or lead. I feel like I’m not going to be weak, but I want to help people because really I am very weak inside.