It's makes me wonder... what is her point? Why is she looking? If she cared she would be around. I guess her need for imagined safety outstripped her love of me. Oh, sigh.
She comes back for what she's missing.
She comes back for what she has lost.
She comes back for her fix.
She comes back because she wants so see me talking about her some more.
She comes back because she wants so see me crying.
I suppose she gets some sort of sick pleasure looking at the artwork I make about her.
You would figure she would get tired of looking.
She's not my problem anymore, why am I talking about this?
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