It'll be 20 feet away, 6 minutes, 14 hours, and five days later when you'll finally acknowledge my undying presence. You'll finally talk to me.
And until then, I'll have pined. I'll have gotten high and drunk on the sight of you and your fucking sun-kissed motions: you as you'll go about piecing smithereens back into a dragon, you as you'll laze in the sun and pretend to ignore me and succeed.
You'll finally talk to me, and I can't even remember what you said.
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Where I Belong| ongoing
Teen Fictioneverything comes full circle. we are all parts of a whole. at some point. ©goddang-
