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Apr 2015
Space.
That's what everyone wants.  
They think it'll fix everything
Just like the words "I'm sorry"
Are supposed to heal wounds inflected.
But you see.
This isn't the case sometimes
The clock keeps ticking
Time keeps moving forward
And while one of us moves away
The other stays put, stuck.
This is you and me.
While you've been getting better
I've been kidding myself, lying.
Thoughts run rampart
Yelling and screaming about how I'm dumb
To think that everything would be okay after a while.
I just want it to be okay again.
They weren't kidding when they told me
It's worse than a relationship breakup.
Space.
That's what everyone wants.
They think it'll fix everything
When really it makes it worse.
SNM
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