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back or forth

the living's easy, the love's free!
(but far away) and we wait until late to talk, whisper and mumble into our sheets until class the next morning,
though i seem to sleep through those like i did in high school

it's difficult to stop and start again, like the way your muscles need working because that acid builds up to eat away at them once they run of out oxygen. then there's picking what to say,
that's where it gets me the most.
this is not a promise or even the mere hint of a suggestion that i can do this anymore.