I'm selfish. Isn't that the worst part?
I want everything back because I loved it. It was a flawed model of comfort in Stability, Empathy and Love, and it was Our flawed model.
It was True. I Have to think that it was.
I like to cling to the concepts of We and Us because their meaning has begun to slip from experience.
I see you throughout the week. Moments of pure exhilaration. Moments of pure sorrow. What a fucked up pairing.
These moments always end the same. I wake up.
We both lost, but that is where the similarities end.
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