Old Habit

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He broke my heart,

yet I somehow cant forget him.

He's gone.

You are here.

I wish you could just notice me,

the way i look at you,

the way I smile at you,

how much happier I am.

I'm picking up an old habit.

I'm not head over heals yet

but just the beginning

just the feeling in your stomach

it let's you know.

Simply knowing maybe I will forget him and turn to you

I can only wish you think of me,

wish you think of me in the same way.

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