I did not call you when I fled his bed, not a part of myself intact
I did not call you when I watched that dog I had been tending to's neck snap
I did not call you when all of the mirrors and walls were attacked
I called you when I wanted to hear your voice
do you remember what you said back?
you are
A love story
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A Love Story, if told correctly, will do nothing less than ruin your heart.
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