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We drove to a park outside

 the city we live in. 

My therapist said I had high anxiety. 

Today I said I wish things could be

like they used to be. 

At least, things could be like they were that day.

Then, I was ambiguous for a reason,

I wanted you to brush my hair in the morning. 

You did not stay that night

or I don’t think you did. 

Things are blurry past a certain date. 

It matters like it did out by the lake.

Some cliche line about my heart beating 

so fast when I’m around you.