thoughts

everytime i write a word i declare that i’m still alive, that i’m making things, that making them keeps me alive

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it’s not that i forgot i belong here i just also belong on my own. i’m tending to other things. her name is nirvana. and it’s not that i don’t want to stay here it’s that if i stay too long i’ll destroy it, i can’t destroy another us. i have to be careful. i have to move slow. 

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if you feel that she’s still thinking about me, i’m sorry. i can’t make sense of us either. i want to stay and ask but i’d rather just go 

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when you call me i’ll be ready, i’m ready i’m able to go

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i’m sorry