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Jul 2016
It's been about a week
Longest week of my life
We have clarified that we are just friends
I'd rather remain friends
Then not be anything at all
I begin falling into a seemingly unescapable hole
You send a simple text of "Yes we can do that"
The hole grows smaller
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