March 15th;

I guess it doesn’t really matter, but I’m still dwelling on false hope. The ghost of what isn’t there, and whats never been. It’s pathetic really; I feel an absence of what doesn’t exist. I reflect on memories created by a parallel universe of the mind. I need to unravel my thoughts. You broke me into pieces and kept them for yourself. I don’t love you like I used to but I guess it sells itself.

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