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it will always hurt when you reach out to me
knowing that I've been suffocating our communication with deathly silence - I hate when I go to "our" places and I'm instantly taken back. - I drove by our house the other day. I felt numb to a life wrapped in a pretty red bow soaked in gold. I saw your mother. She looks good in red. I snuck around an aisle to avoid her gaze. I wish I could say something horrible about her instead. Who let you into my dreams again? I sealed that door years ago. i miss the joy of places I once loved when it was just me. Me. Once. |