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As much as I’d like to say I don’t remember you, some nights I can’t stop thinking about the things you’d promise me. How we’d go to the same college. We’d eventually live together, buy a red microwave together. The small things I remember are what hurt the most. You promised you’d come to my graduation, you said you couldn’t wait. I’m about to graduate, where are you?
I wonder if you remember the small things. I wonder if they hurt you the way they hurt me. I wonder if you remember our first night out, our last.
Sometimes I want to check up on you, and then I remember how bad of an idea that is and I continue to keep my thoughts to myself.
I wonder when I’ll stop feeling this way.
Fuck. I hate this feeling
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team 5’5 and under where ya at
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Miles teller. That is all
45 minutes to get all dressed up and we ain’t even make it to this club