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It's been a while since you've been back...

but it seems like nothing has changed. (Everything is like before)

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Small incidents, like finding the same shampoo brand standing in the shower

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In a mood again

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the pink dust of sunset and glimmers of gold

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This is how it goes, falling out of love; it is not abrupt, like falling, more like

Slowly slipping away from each other without realizing how far apart you've come, only to realize you've always felt this unease that tells you it's happening, not doing anything to prevent this, and blaming yourself for your inability, only to understand that you don't bother because the love is stretched too thin/gone

. and finally, giving up (this whole relationship despite the flecks of precious moments, that have become too bleak)

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I was loved, but somehow it was not enough. (greed)

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The story stopped exactly at that point in which he stood at the height of his despair, when I sunk lowest in life. And I wanted to follow

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I love him. I lived him too much. I'll always love him.

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I have always loved you.

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Take me away.

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The washing machine is a timer.

I start the wash cycle. I clean the dishes, sweep the kitchen counters, mop the floor, take out the trash. Beep beep. The cycle is finished.

Cleanse. Repeat.

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The sky is a fake, homogeneous blue with no depth, mountains of snow are pasted onto the background.

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The outside (scenery/landscape outside the window) is never still, the wind caresses the bushes, the tree branches, tumbles powder white snow from the roofs,.

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I wanted to leave and never come back, I wanted to stay forever. The contradictions/contradicting feelings made me dizzy.

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i was deeply miserable and there was no cure. (for me)

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You see the world on a deeper plane--

Why would I want that? Would it stop if I were to gouge out my eyes (and leave two empty/bloody sockets?) Would it spare me the pain?/Would I be spared from the suffering?

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Please leave your scarf in my life

But what if you've thrown it away? Would you know if it's my scarf?

(And if you do not know, should I still ask for it?/enter/visit?)