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i'm moving.
i'm saying permanent good-byes.
i'm going to miss running into you.
i'm going to miss your laugh.
lies could have saved me.
produced the kind of departure i would like.
"see you tomorrow,"
only not really.
only not ever again.
and i wonder how late nights with whispers and dark quiet smiles and secrets are reincarnated over the phone. i think i might be dead. and three months could be a second. i'm not sure. i only know i'm dead.
i'm saying permanent good-byes.
i'm going to miss running into you.
i'm going to miss your laugh.
lies could have saved me.
produced the kind of departure i would like.
"see you tomorrow,"
only not really.
only not ever again.
and i wonder how late nights with whispers and dark quiet smiles and secrets are reincarnated over the phone. i think i might be dead. and three months could be a second. i'm not sure. i only know i'm dead.