Combat Baby

Fight off the lethargy, don't go quietly.

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My heart's beating, is it serious?
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Same story, different setting. Instead of a beach, there was a bar. Instead of a blanket, there was a car. Instead of rapture, there was confusion. But everything was exactly the same, even though it wasn't. So much time had passed, our faces were more careworn, life had not turned out as either of us had hoped, and yet that gaze was still exactly as I remembered. Funny how much I was able to still recognize despite the vastly different routes we had embarked upon. It was almost too much for me to take; overwhelmed by the staggering pressure of the years and the impossibility of what was on the table.

How do we always find ourselves here?   

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