Something we can all die to | 2015-09-17

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I am trying not to think about you.

I am trying not to think about you
every
day.

Every
damn
day.

And in making a conscious decision to not think about you, I am thinking about you.

Every
day.

Every.
Damn.
Day.

You are forever in my head and in my heart; still tangled up in the grey matters and the rib bones; rooted.

How do we become content?
When do we become content?

Every. Single. Day.

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[cellar door]