some girls you picture, some you hold

[ginon]

Throughout the craziness of the past weeks, with the days blurring and with work injecting an antiseptic dose to how we all see each other, I’ve told myself that chancing upon a friendly face, different from the unfamiliar kind I’ve gazed upon for the past few days, would be just the kind of relief I need.

But, hard as it is to admit, I realize that it’s really just yours that I want to see. And that I’m not going to at all just makes me feel even more tired. This is getting the best of me.

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I’m back to shuffling songs in my iPod and I hate it.