it's not a pattern

[nrr017000]

sequence of steps, or so you hope to pray or think...rhyme and reason become secondary nature at least, one day draws to a close only to welcome the next one before you get a chance to blink. its a strange sense to feel the inertia of what used to be moment upon moment, the ones you could do without, others that left you on the brink, but even said

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[automaticdream]

I was going to say I missed you, but then I wondered if you can miss what you never had? Then I thought what did we have? I'm not sure, but I still want to say that I miss you.