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Old feelings.
They're outside of me,
I've written them into existence
and now read them into memory.
They'll be in the background of my dreams,
they'll be wooden bureaus and dated wallpaper.
There is no deeper meaning,
it just is.
Old feelings are crawling on my skin,
settling in places my bitten nails cannot reach.
Maybe tonight is the night.
Maybe tonight I pick up my mother's habit of grinding her teeth.
I'll finally have a reason to.
Please new feelings, please
Please win.

- Trish