no, i can't go back there. i don't know how to show you. it's all about the memory it brings. the quick racing pictures of the piercing stares and the open doors, all seen through wet, blurry eyes. i remember the thoughts as though they're i'm seeing them for the first time, right now. and at the same time, its so common, i know what will happen next. my thoughts will get faster, the pull will get stronger, your heart will keep beating, then ..it'll happen.
the use of pronouns is a peculiar thing. if you make up your own, they start to make sense to you, him and her.
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