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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

parallel realities
when you left,
everything seemed so bleak and empty
when you left,
i clung to friendship,
and tried to find simple happiness,
from the simplest of things,
because i was bracing myself for
worst case scenarios,
for a world that exist without you
because i want to be okay, albeit without you
but every time i walk a step further away from you,
you pull me back,
and i'm right back where i started,
in a cloud folded parallel reality,
where our lines cease to touch.
please,
for the sake of love and my sanity,
leave me,
or pull me back,
and this time,
make me stay.

i love you most ardently, 3:58 PM.

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