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about a friend & i, after we fought. we never say 'sorry'. well, hardly ever. we're constantly in a battle with each other, but no matter what, i love her.

fall into place
back to routine
like nothing was wrong
in the first place

so how do you feel?
do you think you won?
just tell me something..
wouldn't it be fun?

something i can use
against you.
something i need to know.
i want you.

but only to tell me.
you think you're special?
good luck pretended. 

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