i've come back to you because privacy is important. or i am afraid of everyone else. or i am just not myself around strangers whose faces i have never seen. what have i been doing. wasting away. running away. wishing to run away. although i am now back, or maybe never left. still hearing phones ringing through the walls. and screaming at 4 am. insignificance. and learning about the future. and futuristic love. robotic love. scientific love. emotionless love. loveless. l.o.v.e.
i wrote out five pages. and i need twenty more. i just need to remember them. i cut my hair too often. you cut your hair not enough. and i'm always hiding from the sun behind black eyed glasses and white sheets.
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