I never understood that defiant feeling.
Like a ghost feeling, pulling you away from that mistake you're about to make.
From breaking the heart you're about to break.
Your own.
Don't tell.
Thrive for that ghost feeling like water on your skin.
Like breathlessness in the rain.
So beautifully forgotten.
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