I find myself gazing out this window as if it will bring you back to me. I find myself steering me away from you to keep myself from allowing you to see me. I find myself dreaming up plans in hopes of their finding themselves and in hopes of their peering out of these cracks, and I'm finding myself watching these backs in a dream of them turning back to face me. I'm finding these wounds from your words in which I never saw, in which I never heard, but believe me: they're stabbing. Believe me, just
Don't leave me.
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