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and its not even until someone points out all the reasons why you should feel upset, that you do. and its only in sitting on balconies, slowly letting the wrinkles in my coat fill with powdery snow, that i ever begin wondering if maybe i am sad. my imagination is sometimes my worst enemy, letting my mind be filled up with what if's...
and pawing through discount racks, flipping through notebooks, scrolling through phonenumbers of people i hardly know.
its the kind of realization you only make after years of going through the motions--i never really knew you at all.
and each drunken confession only makes it clearer.
we were all the wrong feelings at all the right times.
and pawing through discount racks, flipping through notebooks, scrolling through phonenumbers of people i hardly know.
its the kind of realization you only make after years of going through the motions--i never really knew you at all.
and each drunken confession only makes it clearer.
we were all the wrong feelings at all the right times.