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Go Away.

I had a dream about you last night. Right on time too, because I've been wanting to reach out to you more and more. And more. I never even get so far as to pick up my phone to type in your number, but the thought of it alone kills me.


I had a nightmare about you last night. Probably because you were the last person I thought of before bed, and an alert popped up saying your best friend posted to Instagram for the first time in a long time. I really need to change the settings on that account, but I'm too scared to even get on it.


We were walking. I think you had a blue jacket on. It was fine, until we started arguing about whose fault it was that we broke up. Neither of us would budge and we fell back into our old habits. You sneered at me and said, "My friends don't like you" and it stung like the cold in our tent that below 30 degree night in Williams, Arizona.


I started crying and asked you to come inside. You refused. I cried some more and physically tried to get you through my front gate. You looked so over me. You looked so fine without me in your life, as I begged you to stay a while longer with tears pouring out of my eyes. I woke up with the same tears streaming down my face.


It's not fair. Why are you still here? Why are you haunting my dreams? HOW DARE YOU? Wasn't it enough to break my heart in real life? Did you need to do it in my dreams too? Why are you doing this to me?


Leave me alone. Please, it's what you do best.



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