I think..

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I think a lot about this place
then I stop thinking
then
I miss thinking about this place.

The cacophony seldom stops
An aura of doubt engulfs me
of you not returning
of mayhem
of cries.

Your cologne still lingers on my skin
it' can't be bottled
but I wear it everyday

The long wait has begun
I don't know if you will find me
(on your way back)
I don't know if I will stay
May be I'd run
Run,
because you hate running,
Run,
because maybe I always do.