It's been really hot outside today. The dog has been acting up and I feel guilty for leaving the house to 'take care of things.' And it's been almost 4 years in this city and I still feel so fucking lonely.
And, yes, I dreamed about you again, as if I can help it, and you told me she has a horse and you've gotten to ride it and I stare at you with as much envy and curiosity as I can muster.
And my lovesick partner has gone home again and these are the times I realize that I am missing so much.
You show me your scars & I'll show you mine? Or something like that.
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please... wirte a book
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