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I want to move past it
forget like I forgave
but those concepts don't pair
as easily as we say they do
I can say I'm not mad
really, I'm not
but every moment feels like waiting
for the other shoe to drop
for tragedy to strike
for a seance of the ghost that used to be
I'll cower in my silence
memories like drive-in movie films in the night
flickering in front of two too-wide eyes
and I won't ask for the things I need to survive
singing sad songs in my room
instead
I'll try to love myself
as much as I love you
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