"Sometimes, I lie to myself often, I think about the molding San Francisco apartment bathroom we stood naked in the shower. Minimal sunlight peaking out of the small window. Shining directly on our faces. Your doe brown eyes taking everything it can from me."
"I don't know what to do. You don't seem like you know either. Maybe it's better that way."
"I don't know why you can't seem to escape my mind when everyone else does."
"Tears welt in my eyes for reason I couldn't explain. A lie, I continue to keep."
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