A Year From Now

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I don't want to despise you a year from now, the same way I despise him
I don't want to look back at old pictures of us and delete them
I don't want to freeze when I hear a song on the radio that you showed me
I don't want to lose you the way I lost him
But so far, we've taken identical steps—him and I, like you and I
And I can't help but think we'll end up the same

Prove me wrong.

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