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I don’t suppose it’ll ever make sense.

This is where I go to write where I want no one to see because I don’t make sense – I’m just talking in endless loops to myself, hoping that it will get me somewhere.

I wish I didn’t miss you. I wish you weren’t always here in the back of my mind – but you are. A little bit of you in every breath I take, in the blood that rushes through my lonely veins, in the song I sing no matter what it is.

Here you are, joining all my other ghosts. I look through your pictures and remember holding your beautiful face in my hands. Looking into your blue eyes and drowning in the way I want to forever. I remember you wanting me.

I remember you wanting me.

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~ by lunare on April 17, 2011.