i'd do it again too

we sit in the fourth row of the movie theater he plays with my hair and calls me pretty i don’t know what we are but i know we are more because friends don’t look at each other like that i am not a secret he can keep behind his back i am real and i’m alive and i am trying to care for him even if i still do not know how to take care of myself we sit behind the heater in the rain he tells me he doesn’t regret it he tells me he’d do it again any day

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