One of my many faults. Going in circles, round and round, round, round, and round again. Elaboration becomes my downfall. Too much, too little, too confusing. Heck, too confused. Just...lost. The walls are slick. I need a rope. Or a ladder. Or something.
Souls long to be searched.
There were two.
Three, technically, but that doesn't matter.
The first was selfish, and threw my dreams by the wayside, trying to mold them into his own. But you... You searched me. You listened. You knew, and understood.
And, hopefully, you loved.
I believe you still do. Or might, or could, at least.
And I will forever be grateful for that.
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