Nightmare? Dream? Or Worse?
The last words you spoke to me, "this never happened."
I've been sitting around writing songs and love letters for years on end.
What heart was had was worth crushing, right?
Don't explain, don't speak, don't breathe.
Let's try this again.
I love you no longer.
The pictures I dream about, the walks we never took, the sunrises
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