"They told me to go away for a while, so I can get away from memories of you. How can I possibly explain to them that running away will do nothing, because no matter where I go, everything will remind me of you. I gave you the toolbox and told you to make a home of my body. And so you did. Pieces of you are implanted in my mind, you carved holes for warmth inside my bones and you sail within my blood. In my heart you made your bed, now it is just an empty room filled with memories of you. How can I run away from you, when I carry you inside me. For all that is left of me is a gallery of you and a museum of our used-to-be love."
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