How is it that I'm always out back into this situation.
The first time he left with her on a boat while I was left behind on the pier.
Then she brought back another him.
My him.
And they left on a plane while I was just waking up.
And now my new him.
My possibly only him that I had for myself swooped up another her.
And they road bikes and listened to music while I was still recovering from drowning,
after jumping off the pier the first time.
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