Monday, August 3, 2009
"and i pray to God that you won't come back here anymore."
-m.o.
i always feel like i should go up to her. tap her on her familiar shoulder. tell her my thoughts. how i feel.
but, i know that one can't get through to someone who knows everything already.
one can't get through to someone who doesn't want to, who won't, listen.
so i continue about my daily routines, pretend those cells that she possesses don't even exist.
same person, different dimensions; she fucking wishes.
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