I am not free, and I don't know if I want to be free.
I try sometimes not to think about it. It doesn't really help, 'cause I still think about it, only it feels worse when I don't think about it by choice. On the other hand, when I do think about it because I actually think about it it feels... Stupid.
Well. I don't know. This does'nt really make sence I guess.
Only... I go back. I look back. And I remember how it used to be. And it's not like that anymore, and I miss it, and I miss you.
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