Turnover rates. Like retrenchment and companies. The difference between wanting and needing. The difference between official and unofficial. The difference between me and me. When vague becomes the only source, the only modes of explanation. When oblique obscurity becomes the only means with which you can explain yourself thoroughly. But even so, if it's vague, how much thorough can it even be to begin with?
Find me at a time where I have found myself.
Find me at a moment where I'd have settled - everything.
Find me where you know I'll be.
Find me.
Cue the moment when you look into the mirror and hate yourself. Ice queen. Cold, aloof, detached indeed.
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