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I've been running cirlces
around myself,
around these people,
for years.

The imprint on my skin,
the literal scars I still have
on my arm,
complimenting the shape,
a branch you snapped,
rupturing the skin,
I remember my exact thoughts.

I feel like I've been killing time,
killing myself,
year after year,
waiting to go back,
to start where we last left off,
in that lake and in that boat,
the sinking boat
we swam back to shore -

I want us to swim back to shore.