there's a spring in every step.
warm, bright, sunny.
we're counting down the days till we get out.
the excitement!
soon, cobbled streets and foreign accents
getting lost and finding ourselves
with company I won't replace
and here I am sitting in the kitchen,
sunlight flooding in,
and then flashbacks
and this strong front just crumbles.
note to self:
that's for wanting something you can never have
that's for having something forbidden to you
no one really wins.
circumstances won't change.
I need to get out of this place for a while.
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