its like you left for cigarettes and never came. or your body did, but you left me. its like someone painted you a different color and moved you two inches to the left. so that i stumble reaching for you. i guess more realistically I left for work, and when i came home there were new locks on the door. and someone slightly different came to answer my knock.
where the hell did you go?
i want to ask you this, what happened, but i know you would avoid. maybe you wouldn't even understand the question.
where did you go?
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