i wonder if she thinks of me while i pretend to not think of her. i wonder if she reimagines when i used to piece her hair behind her ears as she laid on my lap talking about the inconveniences of life while i pretend to never remember the times she hurt me or called me things i refused to rant to my family about. i wonder if she swallows the thought of love when someone says my name in front of her while i digest the thought of sadness, guilt, shame, and pain when someone says hers.
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