God damn god damn god damn.
I can't believe I'm back here again.
Your bed is still right where it was, against windows and lilac walls and so is your leather couch, but this time, I don't find loose hair ties on your coffee table and the wifi doesn't connect itself anymore. I want to say that nothing has changed and it feels like I never left,
but it doesn't.
It's deja vu, except a hundred times more vivid than it should be and there's nothing dream-like about it.
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