Entry 725

the truth is, 
she is still on my mind 

lucid dreams take me back, 
not exactly the way it was 
but how it could have been.

rewinding the years 
to rewrite my side 
of each discussion.

rethinking every statement 
from every argument.

love is not the source of this 
process repeated ad nauseam — 
compelled not by obsession 
but another ailment 
nearly identical.

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