Under Pressure

You know what.
Get the fuck outta my head.
Either that,
Or get back into my life.
Two choices.

I say this because
Every time,
I get a fleeting reference to your existence
I end up in the same place
Back to a time when we were better.
But now, I'm watching from afar..
I'm not in the middle of it, like I was almost two years ago.

I suppose,
I
have
to
let
it
go.

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