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Sep 15
You told me
Keep going
You swore
It’d get easier

I’ll move on
I need time
Give it a month
The lack of contact will break it

But we’re back again
And it’s the exact same
I feel the exact same
I want the exact same

Tell me I’ll change
I don’t believe it
I don’t want to
I like being here
Written by
Sweet angel baby honey bunches  16/M/Pennsylvania
(16/M/Pennsylvania)   
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