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he says he understands the sadness in my eyes more than the happiness in my words, but we have forced fists from the forgiveness in the wind. Maybe it will always be like this - me writing about you, and you writing about someone else. we replaced kisses for just-not-to-be-lonely, and though we were in a long distance relationship in the same room, I still love you like you won't fuck me up.

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