You looked at me. I saw the hole.
You smiled to me. I got closer to the hole.
You talked to me. I fell in the hole.
We hung out. The hole got deeper.
I stayed in that hole for a few months. It was fine, because I was with you. Then you left me.
You dug a new hole, and a new girl fell in.
I was still in that hole. Trying to get out.
Six months later, you go to the same party as me. I see that hole again.
You text me the next day. The same as last time. I fall in again.
Or at least I though I fell. But the truth is, I never got out.
You smiled to me. I got closer to the hole.
You talked to me. I fell in the hole.
We hung out. The hole got deeper.
I stayed in that hole for a few months. It was fine, because I was with you. Then you left me.
You dug a new hole, and a new girl fell in.
I was still in that hole. Trying to get out.
Six months later, you go to the same party as me. I see that hole again.
You text me the next day. The same as last time. I fall in again.
Or at least I though I fell. But the truth is, I never got out.

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