your ghost haunts me still, at night, morning and at every windowsill. i bewail these thoughts and emotions yet if it weren't for them. a gray-ass dull of a life, a boat in a lake too small to row, a bike ride in a hot humid disgusting summer day. joyless. i remember that time we bought a vintage toy gun that blew soap bubbles. we played with it all afternoon, far from both of our houses, in a empty parking lot we loved it and we loved each other; right as sunset kissed the flying bubbles, the toy gun broke. joyful to a breaking point. that was us. smiles and laughter even when faced with scary futures you are all i need. you are all i want. you are all i lost. yet if it weren't for you. a gray-ass dull of a life, a boat in a lake too small to row, a bike ride in a hot humid disgusting summer day.
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