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I’m not ready to re-tell my stories, not willing to map a new course.

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I like loving you like this. Like high school. Like silly, like stolen sips of whiskey, like Saturday afternoons with the whole weekend ahead of us. I like knowing we’re each other’s everythings. That we’re booth too young and foolish to know any better. To know that love hurts like hell.

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I used to get so drunk when I was eighteen years old that I wouldn’t remember
My own name
but I would always remember that I missed you.

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If you loved him, you would’ve left.

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There was an ocean
That stretched on after loving you

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It is a ritual I do to remind myself
that it’s okay to have let people matter