so if i asked you where it is that you’ve been hiding, could you tell me without lying? would you tell me where you stay? and I could waste your time with a lengthy goodbye but i know it would be made up things that i swore i’d never say. the cold is clinging to my clothes as i ride fast past your old home. i’ve been begging time to slow down and digging into this ground in hopes that this would hold. i am learning how to let go. i’m learning how to be alone. maybe in time i will mean it when i tell you i’m fine, when you ask me, “are you okay?" cause i’ve been spitting at your reflection for days and hanging on to everything you say. i’ve been wasting away making graves with our names in the clay. are you okay?
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