understood by no one.
not even you.
cant help to struggle with the idea that i am wrong.
that i am what they say.
i hope i am not.
i should not have spoke.
i miss summer.
and the conversations.
i miss racing home because i talked with you too long.
i miss feeling at home.
feeling like an important piece.
how quickly the closest insider becomes the furthest outsider.
sometimes i wish you would go away.
chin up.
ill hear from you later.
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