And once again, you come back. But this time, it's too late. Too late for excuses, too late for promises, too late for everything.
And so, here we are. Talking to each other, without really saying anything. You're forgiven, and I'm giving up my right to hate you for hurting me, but it will never be the same again. No more best friend-hugs, no more long talks and stupid little fights. No more letting me down. You might have forgotten, but I will always remember
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