Words on repeat like saved voicemails I used to listen to. Press a few buttons and I can pretend you never left. But the truth is that you never came, were never here with me at all. It was all a long, vivid, elaborate dream I had, and when I woke I wanted to believe. I see some of my friends sleeping like that now too. I don't know what to do for them, but maybe that's what I was meant to learn from you.
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