my thoughts are gripped around your ghost. your at sea and i'm still standing on the beach waving .holding you is like tipping an empty bottle upside down and shaking it. for 18 months i was starved but chose to feel nothing, now in one moment my apathy dissolved. Though i'm holding you, you might as well be on fucking Jupiter. Right then every
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