i woke up with my heart rusty and scattered in the roof of my mouth, dreaming that you sent me exactly eleven texts stuttering over missing me--

but that's not how life works, really. i'm the type of person who blends so seamlessly into your life you forget i was ever there in the first place, and you probably don't miss me at all.

still, i wish you did.


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