driving back home, and oh god it hurts, but i'm fixated on the moon, and like that it doesn't move.
how i'd die for you to do the same.
and it's a daytime sky at the break of dusk, and i want to look at you, it feels something like a must. but i know if i do, i'll tear up and cry so i take deep breaths and instead think of the wry. i reach out and grab you and turn you to me, it's all in my head but it plays out beautifully. i stutter at the opportune time, as always i can't cross our line.
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