Do you ever dream of the way the cold rain runs down the back of my neck? Because, I like to think that sometimes the grey clouds over my head can stretch all the way to you. Maybe it's just bad luck that everyone who cares about me lives so far away. Or maybe, it says more about my inability to maintain anything meaningful with anyone close to me. Maybe it's more about the flaws in my character and how I express them and how they affect me. Most of the people who say that they love me don't have to say so in spite of my problems. They have the benefit of hundreds of miles of Midwestern space and hours spent sitting alone in my apartment trying to adequately arrange my thoughts.
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