christyish
tried. jaded. lost and was not able to find my home. i didn't know if i ever moved. it was a day where i allowed myself to get lost in my own imagination. but i wasn't really thinking. i was reminiscing. will you be here again? will you touch the same way you did? i hope. i wish. now i'm just locked in this room.
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