you

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When you talk about another girl, my hart cracks a bit, and eventually, it might just snap. I wonder if you talk to them about me, like I talk to people about you. Maybe you talk about me with a slight dull in your eyes, but when I talk about you, my eyes are bright and filled with joy. Those girls don't think your special like I do. They don't get you like I get you. They won't ever cherish the talks we have like I do. I hold on to every word you say, talking whatever I can get. When we hug I try to breath in what you smell like, what you feel like,  your chest against mine. To them you're just another game piece on the bord. But to me, you're the game itself; and I'm struggeling to win.

-(e.g.)

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