I crave the vision of you. Your eyes on me. Only me.
I know you're like me, unable to stop yourself from taking a glance.
I see you're very handy, you like making things with wood. You like your hands, I like your hands as well.
I need to ask you to stay away from me, from my mind which you infect with your mirage.
I feel like this happens every year, one new person comes into my life and I build a relationship with them. Everything's great until you, whoever you may be comes in, flooding my senses like a tidal wave crashing against the sandy shore.
You send my entire world into a scatter, the both of you, all of you. Please stop this attack on my mental.
I can't get rid of you. All of you live in my mind like ghosts. Confusing me, speaking to me. Establishing your space in me. IT'S NOT YOURS.
I figured that if I just forget you all, that maybe. Just maybe I could move on with my sanity. It's not possible. Believe me I've tried, but no matter what I can't seem to get rid of you.
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I'm back for like the fourth time. My head's in a mess so most of these works are going to be so confusing. Sorry in advance.
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