Nice
A friend wrote this. I find it nice.
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It started at a coffee shop, where we sat. it ended at a bus stop, where we stood. the exact spot, i will live to tell. in between was 1 year and 10 months. in between there was walking, running and chasing. no matter how or what, our pace was always somewhat different. i was always faster. the gap got wider and wider...
i ran back, you walked faster. we met at a point again. that was the 8th month, the 1st time the gap got too wide. soon, such pacing back and forth became a enduring chase...the harder we tried to meet at a point, the more lost we got. we are all over. we are unrecoverable.
it is 3 months later now, 3 months after the 1 year and 10 months. soon it will become 6 months later, then 9, then 12, then 15...these numbers are time. i need time. time to patch, time to internalize.
only when i'm ready, i will hold my hands out this time to keep (whoever you maybe) by my side. if i need years to get ready, i will. if i can never learn, i'd rather be alone. if you never appear, then maybe next life. i don't want another ex...
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It started at a coffee shop, where we sat. it ended at a bus stop, where we stood. the exact spot, i will live to tell. in between was 1 year and 10 months. in between there was walking, running and chasing. no matter how or what, our pace was always somewhat different. i was always faster. the gap got wider and wider...
i ran back, you walked faster. we met at a point again. that was the 8th month, the 1st time the gap got too wide. soon, such pacing back and forth became a enduring chase...the harder we tried to meet at a point, the more lost we got. we are all over. we are unrecoverable.
it is 3 months later now, 3 months after the 1 year and 10 months. soon it will become 6 months later, then 9, then 12, then 15...these numbers are time. i need time. time to patch, time to internalize.
only when i'm ready, i will hold my hands out this time to keep (whoever you maybe) by my side. if i need years to get ready, i will. if i can never learn, i'd rather be alone. if you never appear, then maybe next life. i don't want another ex...
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