Everytime, he looked at me, it broke my heart a little bit more. Everytime he went away, I wrote. When he came back, I lived again. And in the end it fell apart.
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Everytime, he looked at me, it broke my heart a little bit more. Everytime he went away, I wrote. When he came back, I lived again. And in the end it fell apart.