We used to talk about music. And you reminded me of all the songs I had forgotten.
You were all those songs. I began to get butterflies in my stomach when I saw you each morning.
Butterflies. And we would actually try to do our art assignments. And some of them were actually really good. But not anymore. It's all shit now.
And I kind of hate you for changing, but sometimes I don't blame you.
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