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Dec 2018
You shot me with bullets that weighed me down, from your lofty position above that wall, you look me in the eyes and take a shot for each stone I reach for in my climb. Leaving me in the friend zone was unfair enough, but these bullets weigh more than their equivalent in rejection...but there you go again, aiming for another shot of "he's just a friend. " noah_arkenswagg
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