2.3.20 // I Think About You...

I think about you.
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Do you think about me too?
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I ask, but this time I know you do. You’ve made it clear.
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Maliciously throwing your words like the darts that hang in the modern breweries where you share fruity-IPAs with your friends. The board slowly becoming riddled with holes, you throw the little metal pieces over and over again. Ceaseless throws until you can claim your win.
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Fueled by your hatred, I don’t understand, it’s clear that a win is not enough. Someone must lose.
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And it won’t stop until the dartboard which started so whole is left with exactly that, holes.