the only comfort i can collect is that i'm not the only one who feels this way.
i am, however, the only one who is small enough to curl up in the palm of your hand.
it's dusty. it's drab. it's not where i want to be.
it's not the place i call home anymore. i'm sorry, but i think we should see other cities.
i really wish i could tell my imaginary friend that i'm sorry.
i could really use you now.
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