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tonight I'd like to step out of my body. place it gently on a couch and cover it with a soft blanket. then id like to sit on a rock by the sea. with ' dancing with your ghost' playing in the background, i'll write you a letter. i will finally feel free of the consequences of my hasty decisions

I stay up all night
Tell myself I'm alright
Baby, you're just harder to see than most

i will start by telling you that i meant every word i said, i said it because i felt it in the moment. I will once again compliment the shade of your skin before realizing i am doing it again.

Every night I'm dancing with your ghost
Every night I'm dancing with your ghost

i will finally tell you that i am choking on all the love i have for you and that i want to be free again.  i will write about how i want to have fewer things to worry about, a tear or two will drop and smudge some ink on the paper

Never got the chanceTo say a last goodbyeI gotta move onBut it hurts to try

I want to pause everything for a year or two, i want to go silent for half a decade. I know i won't be able to trust myself again after this, every word i'd ever say to everyone, i won't know if i mean it or not. but i need some time to figure out who I am, buried under the needs of others, I have my authentic self. i have to find myself before its too late and it's the only thing i can't do with your around

How do I loveHow do I love again?How do I trustHow do I trust again?


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