What happened to us was like traffic lights.
You told me to stop trying.
You let me in slowly.
Then you told me to go.
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"Holy shit, marry me."
"Whoa, at least take me to dinner first."
They didn't like each other, hated each other even, couldn't stand each other. Shit happened and all it could amount to was that it really be like that sometimes.