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If I do a rewind inside my mind, I still find things aren’t how they were meant to be designed.

I change the pace and replace your face with an empty space.

Then I take your empty space, return you to your place, and plead my case to see your face.

I want you back here.

For a moment. For a minute. From outside. From in it.

Forever.

Forget it.

I imagine you’re here, and I’m there, and noone notices that noone’s not anywhere.

I’d be the same me, where all I do is react, But you’d act like I can’t tell the difference in what’s fake from what’s fact.

I still chase your approval though, Like I need your acceptance or your refusal.

I want you back here.

For a moment. For a minute. From outside. From in it.

Forever.

Forget it.

I’d still be me. And so would he. We’d be we. And we’d line up everyone else so they can see how we see. But you still probably wouldn’t see me for me.

Maybe we’d get through the shit. Over the hit. We’d seal the whole bit within your coffin and be done with it.

Then I can I go back out and walk in again, to end where we begin by going without from within.

I want you back here.

For a moment. For a minute. From outside. From in it.

Forever.

Forget it.