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Thursday, May 28, 2015
Muse
I keep telling them I'm not in love with you anymore and I don't even believe that myself. I miss my stomach dropping when I see you smile. Checking my hair before class. You weren't just a crush. You gave me a reason to go to school. You gave me a reason to try. You told me not to give up. I haben't, by the way. Not on school, not on my life, not even on you.
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