12.30.2013

The fear of new year.

I dreamt of you. And it broke me to see you so clearly right in front of my face. 
There was another woman.
I want you to be gone, yet I'm aware of how you're doing. 
But if you ever come back, I know I won't be able to let you go one more time.. I know I'd take the fall and spend another year to mend it.
You're a ghost.. 
Yes, you are.

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