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there’s nothing more to speak on. you lied and it’s fine and tomorrow i will be okay. or i won’t be and that’s fine too.
it’s hard. i’m still in love with who you were back when we were watching the shadows of fish in tiny ponds. who you were in the rain on that sunday. who you were under the shadow of our oak tree.
i just miss that person. that’s all. and that person might just miss me.
but it’s okay. i know you’re someone else now. or maybe you were never that person i saw in the fall. it’s okay. it’s good.
you were just who i’d talk to about this, that’s all.
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