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[ knock ]


I remember how we knock on each other's doors, as I stared at my own. How you will knock, saying you broke something again. How I will knock on your apartment floor, dragging you out for a date. There was a knock on the door, yet I didn't stood up to open it up like I will.

Because I know, it wasn't you knocking.

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