Nothing.

Flings.

Summer flings.

They change everything.




One week.

More like 5 days.




Falling more in like with you.

You live 4 hours away.

It wouldn't work.

I didn't try to argue.




Another year.

To be away from you.

Another year,

So many things I couldn't do.




Flings.

Summer flings.

They mean nothing.





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