it's almost like i don't care anymore. dreams of nuclear moons and hammocks fade from my memory, and are replaced with disgust and disappointment. i never knew anyone could be so weak.

some days i understand all of this. some mornings it makes perfect sense, and my eyes smile despite the pain. i'd hate to admit how naive it is for me to think that you've ever felt even the smallest fraction of love that i'd felt.

when i loved you, it was genuine. you knew this. to this day, you hold on to it, in hopes that you will feel it, too. or are you simply selfish?

i've over-thought all of this.

i've yet to develop that roll of film.

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