Ì̸̙̬̩̆͛ẗ̴̻̘͉̈́̍̉͝s̸̰̦̺̣̉̅̌̀͒̕ ̵̝̼̫̍͛̓̋̈́̒͜r̶̺͚͔̻͙̺̓i̵̡̼͔̮̿̒̽̽̓͌͜g̶̗̣̪̫͎̮͆́̋h̵͕̦̪͉̄͊̄̔͑t̵̛̤͙͈͚̬̤̀͛̉̎̑ ̷̛̻͕͉̲͇͕̑̽͗͝ḩ̴͓̪̙͒̀ē̶͎͍͆̆r̶̨̥̜͙͇͕̚ẹ̵̢͉͇̟̑̽!̸̯̼̫͇̣̈̈̓͗Ì̴͙̰̍̃͝t̶͕̪̫̮̃͒͋̄̓͘s̷͔̙͕̔̓ ̸͖͈̤̩̗̯́́r̷̢̓͂̂ȉ̵̧̼͎̄͛̆g̸̮̗͚͉̭̍̑h̶̡̙̫̾̑̆t̷̬͑̆̿̂ ̸̬̩̭̱̈́͠h̶̢̺̟̊̑̈́è̵̛̖̼̞́̒̚r̶̛͕͑͌̅̈ḙ̸̹͕̮̣̜͊̾͛͒́͘!̴̡͔͙̦̞̅͜I̸̹̣̥̦̟͖͊̃̑͌̔t̷̡̛̛̜͓͇̠̓̽͂͜͠s̶̛͉͆̓̕̕ ̴̝̦͕̬̼͓̀r̵̡͍̬͚͎̐̆̃͠i̵͉͔̬͒̀̿̄̔ǧ̸̺̳̜̤̩̥͆̈́͂h̵͇̻̾̑̄t̵̼̹́̎̾̿͘̕ ̸̧͓̤̠̝̝̎̄͠ẖ̵̢̔ẹ̶̠͖̍͗̚r̷͓̟̒̈́ͅe̶̡̮̦͒̄͒!̶͎̥́̑͋̓͝I̴̙̫̔̇̒͠ͅt̶̤͛̿̃̐̽̊s̷̘̈́̒ ̶͖̞͓͍͋̀̉̚ȑ̶̼̗̅̋̚͝ͅi̶͈̥̦͎̰̔̆̕g̵̡̨̹̮̣͛̋̋̔̂ḩ̴͉̟͇͈̓̈́̀̃͝͝t̷͚͙͓͍͗̍ ̵̢̜͗̑̅̆̋͑h̶͔̠̠̞̼̄̋̎̿̀͠e̴̢̧͙̝̻̜͗̌̚r̶̘̹̠͚̅̇ĕ̶͈͖̞͓̘̙̑͂͗̿!̸̡̞̫̬͔͋̓̑͗Ì̷̢̜̥̗̰̐͛̒̉͜t̸͔͕͙͇̳̃̈́͐ͅš̴̼ ̸̳͍͎̥́̍͒̾ͅr̷̙̰̔i̷̢͈̰͕͍̰͗̈́͂̓ġ̶̡̝̲͌̆̿̂h̶͍̟̓́̀̂ṫ̵̨̥̗̥̦̝͆͒͝ ̴̧͉̈͋h̶͍̥̩̝͙̰̕͝e̴͎̭̫̭̹̰̔̄ṛ̸̾̍̂é̸̺͈̗̲̿̍̓͝!̵̤͚̐̈́́͒ͅI̸̧̦̞̍͛͐͘t̶̨͉̤͎̣͗͋̕͠ś̸̢͎͔̔̂̉͌́ ̷͚̠̙̉̒̏͊͘̕r̷̛͖̟̮͍̀̋̀ͅi̶̧̳̻̪̰͑̉̇͑̈́͘g̸̨͕̯̻͇͛͋͒̓̅h̸̛͎̜̗͔̃ṯ̷̢̨̩̻̹̓̀͌̅̈́̂ ̴̨̺̟̱̒́͂̅͒͠ḩ̵̖̞̘̈́̍̇̀̚e̸̮͌̐̈̈̅͠r̸̨̦̟̗̎̀͜ę̷̯̙͖̯̾̾́̈́͐!̸̠̟͖̥͆̓͠I̶̬̿͋t̷̻̹̲̂̃s̶̰̲̜̟̬̬̐̎̽̚͝ ̸͙̤̃̐̈́̆̐̃r̵̖͙͂́̌̾ī̷̡͍̪̒̚g̸̨̜͇̖͊̾̅̽̚͝h̴̦͓̮̆͌̃͒͘t̵͖̠͈͖̞͛̒́ ̷̹͍̾̆h̴̻͉̮̮̪͂̅͐̄̎ḙ̸͚̱͂̓r̶̳͆̔̽̚ȩ̸̲̮̪̊͒̍ͅ!̴̰̓̇̾
̷̳̰͛͂͌
̴̪͉̺̹͚͓̔͐̿͐̕y̵̹͚̪̕͝ǒ̶͖̖̝ͅu̴̡͈̱̯͔̔̋̉̃ ̵̼̗̇w̴̜̘̗̳̾̌ͅà̷̧̬̘̖̌̐n̴̡̧̡̧̝̤̚t̶̻̞̣̠̀?̸̈̆͋̐̆̚ͅỷ̵̳̯͠ǒ̸̞̗̫́̋͒͝ù̶̓̊͠ͅw̸̘̥̗̙͐͆̓́͋à̶̞͔͍̥̀̇̌͜n̵̺̘͋́̊̃̽̚t̴̢̖̿͊̓͐̌?̵̡̦͇̩̾y̸̨̱̎́̎̈́̽͝ö̵̢̱͙́͒̓͊̀ü̸̧̲̠͓̣͖͋ẁ̴͇̲̝͐̌͜ą̴̘͗̾̈́͗͛̓n̴̦̘͓͉͐͌t̵̟̯͔̜̣̙͛̈͝?̵̝̦̆̊́̌ý̵̡̢̼̘͉ő̶̭͂̎͘ṷ̸͙͊͆̒̚w̷͓̄̆̓̇͠͝ḁ̸̟̝͚́̉͆̈́̈́̏n̵̜͇͚͐̑̿̈͒͝t̵͓̟͚͇̔̏̚͝?̷̻͍̄͐͂

You Want ?

im trying so hard to see .
the pieces are scattered

how can i explain ?
wounds stitch themselves blindly .

forgetting grief is lying .
i want to remember without consequence .

i want to remember the way i reflected in your eyes .
i want to remember the way you reflected
in mine .

i loved you.

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