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but i'll still love you
every night.

i'll love you when
the only thing i can feel
is the concrete against my legs
and the gravel digging into my skin.

i'll love you when
i'm sitting in the park in my
neighborhood. drinking the whiskey
i promised you i'd never drink.

i loved you when
i was on my roof and you asked me
if this is really how i wanted to go.

i'll love you every time
you can not breathe because
you let everything get to you
too many times.

-it means nothing to you and i love it.

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