Back into your thoughts, by association. You were so sure you were rid of me, but no such luck, no sir-ee. As light and gradually you try to stop thinking about me and slowly banish me from your head, it's never going to work. I will always be there, hiding and ready to jump back into your frontal lobe when you least expect it.
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