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Scratching of paper and pen
Your last smile stuck on repeat
If I could take this all back, maybe then
Our eyes could faithfully meet
We can’t fall apart
Rolling up and down on my mistake’s
Falling into the wrong category
Every step of who I’ve become has become so fake
I need to do more then a sorry
Love me; love me, not so much?
We can’t fall apart,
This is tearing out my heart





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