I used to imagine what I'd say if I ever saw you next - now I think I'd pull down the shades to my Prada knock-offs and keep walking, imagining I never saw you. Imagining that I was, yet again, seeing things, seeing people, seeing images that don't exist anymore.
With my clear apathetic head, I see a bit more clearly and this vacant cavity of our lost dear best best friendship has slowly slowly closed.
I only hope it stays that way - - my apathy and closed cavity.
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