my fingers are like ghosts as they float over these keys. haunting what i used to love and who i used to be.
"too concerned with the worlds on the outside..." is he right? has the inside of me died? did i kill it just like he killed my love for him?
without water we do not grow. without practice we lose muscle memory. without activity we grow soft. lazy. boring.
oh these keys that used to bleed for me now only dance for facebook and online dating. i am embarrassed. i am ashamed. but i am not dead yet.
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just be glad they still dance. some people don't even have that.
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