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[wedisappear]

Close your eyes and count to ten. Now open them and get hit with the realization that this isn't going to be fixed. We fall asleep in the same bed, in love and naive. We wake up in different places, hating each other for everything we can name. If I could, I'd etch your name into my skin to prove that I put myself into this with an open mind and closed eyes.

We're just single cells meant to go separate ways. I'll never let you go.