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I don't know why
there is still some left within me
hope.
It should all be lost by know
(In terms of Bob, por supuesto)
But there is always a part of me
that waits for a random text to say,"Hey i memorized your number and i just got a phone. this is Bob."
or maybe someone to randomly ring the doorbell, and when answered say," Cenric told me your address, i thought i might come see you."
smile heart heart heart heart heart heart heart
like that'll ever happen
it's too bad my brain realizes it, but my heart doesn't crying