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Screw It

Screw it I’m over you. Over you and your big brown eyes. You and your loud laugh. Over you and that smirk of yours. The way that you would put you arm around my shoulder when we would watch the sunset. You and your hand wrapped around my waist just so everyone would know that I was yours and only yours.


Over you and the way you would whisper sweet things into my ear. You and the way you would always make me laugh whenever I was down. Over you and your teasing. Screw it I’m still not over you.




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