IT DOESN'T
HURT
WHEN
I
THINK
OF
YOU,
AND ALL
OF THE
THINGS
WE'LL NEVER
GET TO DO.
I DON'T DREAM AT
NIGHT
ABOUT
THE WAY
WERE.
I
TORE
OUT THE
PICTURES,
CROSSED
OUT
ALL THE
WORDS. ♥
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