Oh so cliché, look at you, girl.
Reading all those old love letters,
Looking at all those photographs,
Wishing you could feel now
What you felt then.
Thinking ‘remember how sweet he was’‘
Remember how he cared’
Then remember how he broke your heart,
Remember how they all did the same thing.
How you made the same mistakes,
How it was all your fault,
Every single time.
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