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Oct 2013
We listened to music to feel

From morning to night we'd share our thoughts
In vulnerability, we would get caught
We would share sadness and it somehow made me happy
But I couldn't tell how you felt about me

I only wish you didn't get distant
I can't tell if I need to be more insistent

I wish you'd be real with me.

We listened to music to feel
Now we just talk awkwardly over it.
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Jean Nicole
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