Ignore
Ignore the end table that used to be yours. Look over the television that once adorned your living room and housed the shows you two would watch. Disregard their smell that once followed you around a shared apartment. All are nothing more than a shattered past wrapped in lust and masquerading as the present. Let the residual ache of every palpable failure act as water in the desert, capable of erasing even the strongest mirage.
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