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[myeudaimonia]

chrome and gloss try to cross my motives, but i'm standing firm. since my backbone is typically in the front seat anyways. early-night quiet drive-bys don't really even tempt me. although i'd die to see the awkward fit, i have to put myself first. this won't be remedial. either you'll forget me and move on (better sooner than later) or you'll remember life without me is bitter. sometimes, i look in other directions. you just pretend i don't. your eyes don't give the same gaze. i won't let you see me until the sweat and tears, words and love are back in to stay. so far, my mindset won't let this last that average 48 hours, i don't give a torro's shit what anyone else is expecting. i want this to mean something. i want a result. i want to know what it is i want. i want you to know what you want, but in honesty.

so if you move on in the next week or two, so be it. if i move on, so be it. if neither of us moves on and you don't let me go, then maybe you'll appreciate me a little fucking better.