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so what is it when you know that you shouldn't return to the scene of the crime let it rest for so long and yet you still cannot stop yourself from looking. and feeling. and it never goes away. the longer i try not to look the better it is...the further from feeling. but. then i look.
the punch to the viscera i feel everytime i look at even a picture- god help me i melt and fall apart on the inside when we accidentally fail to avoid one another- is still here. i think it goes away, but it is here.
the dark end of the street was the scene of the crime. it began the moment i saw you. or was it? was it you?
the punch to the viscera i feel everytime i look at even a picture- god help me i melt and fall apart on the inside when we accidentally fail to avoid one another- is still here. i think it goes away, but it is here.
the dark end of the street was the scene of the crime. it began the moment i saw you. or was it? was it you?