Sometimes the sunken place
calls a little too loudly,
appears a little bit too close,
seems a little too familiar.
Sometimes sitting here
in this hole
is all I know
all I can do.
Wouldn't it be so nice
not to know you,
not to be closer to you than any other person.
So nice.
We've gone without each other,
Sometimes,
Been a distant memory, a past event
to each other.
But we're at crossroads again,
would you pull me in,
would I walk away?
I don't want to know you, the emptiness can't take over.
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