Still untitled (possibly unfinished) piece.
I write about the girl I could never be, because I've forgotten how to be fearless.
I recount the affairs I've never had and never will. But the dream of passion, fantasy, and desire remains strong.
I remain a distant observer, as I am prone to repeated heartbreak.
In this realm, I've forgotten one.
In this realm, I've replaced another.
I'm no longer certain that this is fiction. It may be a better version of me.
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