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Dec 2015
the invisible marks your fingertips left on my skin
remind me of the days you told me you loved me
and it's killing me to know you love her more
it's killing me to know that you touch her the way you touched me
it's killing me to know that her name rolls off your tongue
you were the one perfect thing
i can't keep going
i can't keep know that you and her...
that you and her are more perfect than us
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