I've been thinking about you.
I don't know what it is.
And then I start to think
about where I was a year ago.
Unraveling.
Uprooting.
Coming undone.
You were there.
Remember?
You were great.
Are great.
I hope you have what you want.
I hope you find what you're looking for.
Because I don't know what I want.
But I think I found something great.
I've been thinking about you.
Not great.
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