tell myself, forget it, forget him. But the car in front of the door has his initials on it.....everywhere you see the numbers, his name. Why? Why? I ask a car. I ask the numbers in front of me. I ask the image of him. What do you want?
No answer, never.
Forget it and get on with your life. But how can I when it doesn't belong to me?
Always his name, his picture, never him. Never any answers.
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