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I've tried to write this a dozen times but I can't quite capture what happened.

Oh, how your kisses made me fly and your hugs made me feel safe.

Oh, how I ran away from being the most independent  girl in my circle and towards you instead.

What's the point of proving a point when the point's not worth proving?

What's the point of living a lie when the lie isn't worth living?

Oh, how I confused a pretty infatuation for something more meaningful.

Oh, how your kisses were mediocre and your hugs replaceable.

I've tried to work through it a dozen times, but I can't quite seem to care anymore.

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