I think I'm free, and then I realize my emancipation was never fully dispatched. I blame it on Winter. I blame it on the music, there is so much of it. I blame it on the books that I re-read, and the movies that I still love. As hard as I try to escape her, she shows up in my dreams. The dreams always follow the same course as the relationship
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