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I take all the beautiful things to heart, and they fuck my heart till I about die from it. So it isn’t that. It’s just that something in me’s always drawn me away, and it’s the singular part of me, and I can’t explain it.
It was like a dream. And like in dreams I didn’t get to stay. And neither did she.
Things were good. It was fall. I liked fall.
She reminded me of myself, insatiable.
