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I can't stop thinking back to the day you told me.

The day I fell apart.

I can't remember what the weather was like on that day
was it raining? I think it was, how else would you explain such horrible news.

and I promised my friends I would stop talking about you
but this time, I was talking to myself
and how you felt like a million love songs
and how I felt like Achilles, and you were my heel.

and I found you at a time where I needed you most and I thought "that must mean something"

making excuses for you became a sport
and I became its best player.

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