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Hey. Is it ever about fucking bitches? Or about suicide, or is it not wanting to do something a little bit at a time? There are ways to leave without having to go anywhere. That’s one of the only things I know now that is also one of the things I knew then. You can go away to give us everything, and we will forget that the tallies on your bedroom wall once stood for the number of days I was away, because we will finally have stopped measuring absence, or we will just know better. I’m still only guessing at everything. You’re the only person who can make me feel this secure without actually being with me. I know you. I know you break as pretty as white light, prism-split into rainbows. And a lot of damage can be fixed easily, but sometimes I just don’t want to, right now. Let’s non-lover be together - watch the sky on our backs and all see someone different.