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I’ve told you this before... but i think of you a lot. it’s not really intentional, its just that everything reminds of you. when i see a flower- i think of how good you look in the color pink. when i think of economics, or politics, i think of you- because i know how interested you are in those subjects. when i stare at people for long enough- their faces start to morph into yours. and thats why i don’t like to go out anymore. because everywhere i go, i see you. i see you in the scribbles in my journals, and in the cracks on the sidewalks, i see you when i press a button in an elevator, and when I’m filling out a form to sign up for the sats? don’t ask me why, because i don’t know... i just know that it happens. i know that i know things about you that no one else does. and you know things about me that no one else does. you know things about me i wouldn’t want anyone else to know. i trust you like that. i think of you as a safe house, a place where i know that things will be good eventually. at least- i like to hope so.
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 5:42 PM UTC
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I’ve told you this before... but i think of you a lot. it’s not really intentional, its just that everything reminds of you. when i see a flower- i think of how good you look in the color pink. when i think of economics, or politics, i think of you- because i know how interested you are in those subjects. when i stare at people for long enough- their faces start to morph into yours. and thats why i don’t like to go out anymore. because everywhere i go, i see you. i see you in the scribbles in my journals, and in the cracks on the sidewalks, i see you when i press a button in an elevator, and when I’m filling out a form to sign up for the sats? don’t ask me why, because i don’t know... i just know that it happens. i know that i know things about you that no one else does. and you know things about me that no one else does. you know things about me i wouldn’t want anyone else to know. i trust you like that. i think of you as a safe house, a place where i know that things will be good eventually. at least- i like to hope so.
riwa-rassi
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 5:42 PM UTC
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