No matter how many times I scrub my skin raw,
no matter how many times I tell myself its done,
no matter how much I believe that I truly am over it,
something drags me back.
Whether its in a song, book or movie.
You even get to me while I'm sleeping.
You peel back the covers of my conscious and tear them to shreds.
Being sure to discard all evidence, and yet,
that stills reminds me you were there, and I'll never be able to let that go.
" A different song for a different dance."
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