I dare you to tell that ghost in your head to go jump off a cliff the way you basically asked me to cut out my heart and lay it on the side of the road where it'll get hit by your car every time I see your face or hear your name my stomach retreats to the crevice of your shoulder where I used to rest my head. That's how these things go, you know? This is what you always do.
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