I cleaned my bathroom last night. It smelled of you and your aftershave. You are so far away, but right around the corner. Does it make sense that even though I don't want you, I still miss you? Who knew that angels flew so close to the ground? What I hate the most is eating alone. I try to sit in front of the T.V, or stare at my food, hell, I'll even light candles, but its not the same without you. I even have someone else that I see at times that wants me, but he is a childs finger painting, whereas you are a Picasso. You never thought I would survive without you, did you? Let me tell you, survival in its purest form is my only friend. Fine, stay home and do your laundry, smoke with your friends, or play your precious guitar, don't come to me. I don't want you to.
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