It’s January Again And I Still Think Of You

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It’s January again, and I don’t mean to nag, but the thought of you forgetting my name breaks my fucking heart. It’s January again, and I still wear your favorite t-shirt to bed sometimes, hoping that some cataclysmic force would bring you back to me. It’s January again, and I still desperately believe in a future where we agree to give up the tap dance under a tangerine sky and walk arm in arm into the sun. It’s January again, and I’m sorry if I’m still just a monster of a girl who wears loneliness like a second skin. Did you know they say it only takes 27 days for skin to fully regenerate? What I mean to say is it’s January again, and I wonder how many layers of my skin you’ll never get to meet.

That summer still lingers on my tongue, sticky and sweet, like fresh honey in a mug of tea. Flashback to that June, when we’re picking…

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