Coincidence Much?

Is it a coincidence? I think not. It's not just one of those serendipitous happenings where both times we meet are budding from me fucking up. I may be staring intently at something that isn't there but I believe it's a sign just as much as the one you always ignored at the intersection. Me fucking up equals me seeing you. It's not a perfect formula but I'm still working out the kinks God, you know how I love math I'm probably just grasping at something and anything that means I can be with you for just one more instant I know you see what I'm doing here And I thank you for playing along Do whatever you will Just don't correct me when I'm wrong I'm trying to fuck up

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