i am in love with what is not mine. singing along to lyrics that i cannot really relate to, but somehow, they touch me. i feel them. they ache in my chest and in my temples, and i close my eyes and turn up the volume because this is the feeling. i sit on my bed with my chipped nail polish and dim lighting and the dusty candle sitting on my bedside, and i whisper the lyrics. i catch them on the way out of my mouth and hold them close to my chest, because i feel them. i know the vibrations of the chords and the note placed for that particular word and i can feel heat behind my eyes and in my fingertips.
and suddenly, i understand.
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