You caught me, in mid-flee.
I'm leaving you, it's true.
You say I'm selfish,
and that's true too.
I never do what you want me to do.
I consider the time I have left my time.
Not ours.
If I make my itinerary and it doesn't match yours,
I go alone.
No change is worth a waste of time.
And so you caught me, in mid-flee.
Perpetually running from the perpetual we.
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