an old nostalgic smell sneaks into my dreams like smoke under a door creeping in slow and steady into the foggy ether of my latenight mind until all of the sudden
POOF
a whole and healthy version manifests as vision and all is light and all is well and I wake contented and assured. you are okay. but then I see the current version and the visions blurred and broken and my sweet dreams have deceived me again into thinking the good are good at heart and in mind, I am guiltless,
you are well
but I'm not and you're not.
You're all fucked up and it makes me fucking sad
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