Eight years have gone by so fast and I've never been able to totally put it together. Chapter by chapter, piece by piece, you look so complete to me. But it seems that we are just tearing you apart, lining up allegiances and reasoning. It all falls apart and someone has to pick up the pieces, like they always do. Even shattered glass was once a window. We looked through it together and apart, day after day. Why be surprised? I've never been able to fill in the gap. Eight years. The gap is widening.
Moment after moment, hot and cold, turned on and turned off.
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