I'm kind of feeling like a dog who pissed on the rug. Like I'm being routinely ignored until the better things pass and I'm all that's left again. I'm also fairly certain that this isn't the case, but that doesn't stop me from thinking it. I'm alone with my thoughts far too often. And without someone other than myself to hold them down and talk sense into them, they just keep running wild and they create their own conclusions.
I'd hold your string if you'd hold mine. Or we could just float away together.
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