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Blank Edges of Paper, Finally Filled In.

You're gone now.

There's not much I can do.

But sit around, and claim to not be writing about you.



Some things are better left unsaid,

But you narrated it all.

You sat back,

While I took the fall.



We're always gonn'a be the same.

Me and you,

You and me,

Us.

Ever changing, never changing.



It makes as much sense as,

Me saying I couldn't care less,

And you saying..

I couldn't care more.





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