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and strangers again …
I wish those flowers you gave me had died but you gave me
and strangers again …
I wish those flowers you gave me had died but you gave me the fake ones. Damnit!
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All I remember was our arguments. Nothing more or nothing else.
We always had phone calls until 3 am, and nothing could upstage us for being comedians in our self-made parallel universe. I vividly recall how I made up tragic stories and told them to you.
You laughed at my jokes. And you immediately had me
I swear you still have those eight thousand pictures of my cat on your phone — unless you delete it immediately.
I wish those flowers you gave me had died but you gave me the fake ones. Damnit!
When did we lose us?
You used to tell me about the smallest thing that happened In your life — “There was a gigantic whole of ants in the bathroom!”
And then I would send you a voice note of me laughing or hype you up because a whole of ants was a big deal tho …
And months after months, our life continued but there were fewer stories to tell. It seemed like we had another place to confide in.
Days passed, and thousands of apologies were said but the more we declared the more it lost its meaning.
We’ve hurt each other and I guess I would rather see you with someone else than stay with me reading the same book with the same plot again.
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