Read Weep

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Feel that steel.
Cool like the past.
Pressed up against the commotion that is your mind.
It's odd because I miss you before you even came to exist.
In my mind anyway.
Great job retreating.
Seriously.
I've decided to do the same.
And so we'll both lay us down to sleep.
Pray to the lord that I no longer weep.
I no longer care.
Ask me tomorrow.
I'll be sure to change my mind.
It's okay.
No one is listening anyway.