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Aug 2014
Ready or not, here I come
I've counted to infinity and back only to stumble and clumsily lose track
I thought you said things wouldn't be so hard after the initiation or whatever that was
You must've lied, because every night has been a cross between a nightmare and a pretty story about the damsel in distress who is saved by her prince
I thought you'd hide around the corner to make this one easy on me but I ended up circling the town and what exists around to find you along with the mad love for pain in my chest, just laying in the residue of ink and mindful mess
(It was just a teenage hallucination, darling)

-cj
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