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topo chico clinking in the backseat reminds me of when i found the empty something-else in your recycling (sheesh) driving me bonkers that i still crave to kiss you it’s the little things that help me not miss you bought me the wrong kind of candy for a late valentine’s and maybe i shouldn’t care as much as i do but i couldn't help the eerie feeling creeping inside that things wouldn’t ever be what they used to
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Dec 23, 2022
Dec 23, 2022 at 1:13 PM UTC
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topo chico clinking in the backseat reminds me of when i found the empty something-else in your recycling (sheesh) driving me bonkers that i still crave to kiss you it’s the little things that help me not miss you bought me the wrong kind of candy for a late valentine’s and maybe i shouldn’t care as much as i do but i couldn't help the eerie feeling creeping inside that things wouldn’t ever be what they used to
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Dec 23, 2022 at 1:13 PM UTC
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