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Jun 2013
when you brush past me in the hall
I no longer feel it
when you brush through my sight
I no longer see it
when you brush through my thoughts
I no longer want it
when you brush through my life
I no longer care at all
I don't want to want him anymore and I think I'm finally getting there.
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