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Jan 23
There you were again
Sitting on my bed
I finally thought I was getting over you
But of course I wasn't
It was stupid to believe I could
I was just distracted, not healed

Luckily,
You show up every time to remind me of it
In my dreams and hallucinations
But I'm not mad
I know I'm not ready to get over you

I like it when you show up
Even if it's not the realΒ you showing up
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The Forbidden Stories  17/F
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