You are certainly not six minutes into this,
for clearly I've spent a lifetime
of moments
trapped under your loyal gaze,
or maybe a year and a quarter of my life's time
because it feels the same anymore.
And sure,
I may have slipped and dallied
but the sun continued to rise
(unfortunately);
it did, it did.
We sat on floors
and carpeting
and stone
and driveways
and grass
and chairs
but mostly:
each other.
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Fuckkkkk
Well?
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Painful to write. Painful to read. Oh, so very painful.
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Thanks for reading
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