it’d been a while since i last heard you say it—
a name so often spoken, _memorized_.
**to the point it no longer means anything.**
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how come my own name stirs me so?
was it the way your voice turned it into a song?
or the fact it was my name that echoed from it?
**knowing it will haunt me.**
that’s my problem with you:
it’s as if i’m not meant to be anywhere near you
—to _never_ truly meet,...