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The closest that I've come to losing control of my opinions, on things like having a soul, was on a sunny day that was exactly like today. I was feeling so lost and I was feeling so empty that I needed your memory to come back and get me, so I started tracing fingers over photographs. I came across one that was lightning storm, and I remembered a sense that I was not feeling normal on the night when you stayed dazed and I kept my confusion. I had to get a better view, so I got on my computer and hit the zoom, and, all at once, all the fronts I've put on were worthless. The truth was hiding right behind my corneas, and it screamed so loud that California knew all the secrets about me that I'd been keeping.
The message escaping from my pupils was that I had suddenly been conned into, again, being "that guy" that I have vowed that I would never return to. And, it burns, to think I didn't have a clue about the power of persuasion emitting from you, and just how fitting is it that you didn't fit the profile? I dropped to the tile, the fake linoleum, and I break myself into more pieces than I can count, and I wonder if this new mountain is worth climbing. Can I get back on my toes, and force myself to dispose of pictures, extremely personal scriptures that document the chills that you sent through me, the lights on inside that had never been lit, and the pain on my face that explains all the places I went, when I knew that my love for you would kill me.
The message escaping from my pupils was that I had suddenly been conned into, again, being "that guy" that I have vowed that I would never return to. And, it burns, to think I didn't have a clue about the power of persuasion emitting from you, and just how fitting is it that you didn't fit the profile? I dropped to the tile, the fake linoleum, and I break myself into more pieces than I can count, and I wonder if this new mountain is worth climbing. Can I get back on my toes, and force myself to dispose of pictures, extremely personal scriptures that document the chills that you sent through me, the lights on inside that had never been lit, and the pain on my face that explains all the places I went, when I knew that my love for you would kill me.