it's not love, it's infatuation

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[this one's about the most perfect person ive ever come across]

I wish that day in December never happened
You always seem to fuck up my patterns
I see my hands shaking with such grace
Every fucking time I see your beautiful face
Marks on my palms; pain to remind me of you
I don't want to think anymore, what do I do?
It's not fair
I really thought you cared

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