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Feb 2019
I convince myself I’m over you,
I convince myself I’m done,
I try as hard as I can,
But the moment you walk into the room,
It always goes back to phase one.
I tell myself over and over how horrible you were to me, but the moment I see you, even for a second, all those thoughts disappear. Oh how much I hate you...
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C  21/F/InMyOwnMind
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