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now you're back. you still bump shoulders with me when we walk together. you still hold me hand. you still kick our feet together under the table in a stupid game of footsie. but now, i dont fall in love over and over again with just the sound of your voice. now, i know better.
   you were what i needed, but now i just want out.

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