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[emchy]

the thoughts that run through and i put them vaguely out into the world, and i read yours, and we read theirs and here we all are with our hearts on our sleeves, pain and love and worry tattooed in typeface across our lives and then there You are - silent for the world and talking my ear off

except that i can't reread our conversations, as private as they are - and it's the rereading that i miss. i lose your words like ghosts, and am left wondering, if we ever spoke at all