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details.
most of the time when my eyes are set on something distant, im thinking of you, or us, our nights. maybe you didnt like me as much as i wished you did, but, details, details. i wonder if you ever think of me. do you ever ponder where we could have been if it wasnt for that sour night? because i do. and maybe you never loved me at all, but, details, details.
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