There's a large portion of me that you would do without; easily dismiss.
I swear you used to want to listen.
(Should I tell you I've never loved someone this much without losing them soon? I look at your skin, the way your clothes and bracelet hug your body, when you chose to speak and what you say, how you look at me and when you don't and I think how much I'll miss it when you leave me)
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