I want to feel okay again. I want to slip back into the sub tropical summer of our bed. If only the last ten years was a mistake we couldn't remember then we would be destined to repeat it. And the next time round I could have the patience to sit through the lies. The next time round I would know my lines. The next time round I would know where my happiness lies. But all the street performance in the world is not going tot take me back there, to where I want to be.
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