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In the sun, in July, it looks the same outside. But only if you squint. I memorized the floor plans, Of where everything should go,            Should’ve gone, Superimposed memories of the hallways, They line the bedrooms, and Panic attack if it doesn’t all fit       if these aren’t the right people       if the furniture has changed. Want to put it all back the way it used to be, Needs to be, or should be, and Panic attack if I think about ghosts too long       if I think about winter too much       if I accept it is not the same       and never will be.
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Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 2:19 AM UTC
Panic Attack in a House I Used to Know Better
In the sun, in July, it looks the same outside. But only if you squint. I memorized the floor plans, Of where everything should go,            Should’ve gone, Superimposed memories of the hallways, They line the bedrooms, and Panic attack if it doesn’t all fit       if these aren’t the right people       if the furniture has changed. Want to put it all back the way it used to be, Needs to be, or should be, and Panic attack if I think about ghosts too long       if I think about winter too much       if I accept it is not the same       and never will be.
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kyle-wheaton
American
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 2:19 AM UTC
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