Were you surprised that we never spoke?
Then in the still of the night, when nothing stirs,
I woke and I gathered up some clothes.
I never planned on this, but it's the way it goes.
And now it all seems too familiar, like pages turned on calendars.
We get the same twelve months to fuck things up
Year after year.
And I can't believe how down I am, like
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