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it seems to pull me in around the same time each year. its almost like my heart doesn't want to forget. did i say heart? i meant mind. my mind can't forget. i seem to be doing so well until fall is done and all the leaves have fallen. november is here. the wind starts to blow. november is done. you've come. you'll linger with december. oh how i hate december. the cold. the snow. unmet deadlines. disappointment.

i come across something you wrote and theres a salty taste on my lips. a tear? for you? never.

see this was our problem, you and i. we couldn't push our pride aside.