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strand of hair no.3

ONE DAY WE MAKE THE MOST OF EVERY SECOND TOGETHER THEN THE NEXT, WE DON’T EVEN LOOK AT EACHOTHER YOU ASK TO HANG OUT ONCE THEN DON’T ASK ON ANOTHER

WE KEEP IN TOUCH ONE DAY AND THE NEXT, WE HAVE NOTHING TO SAY

IT’S INCONSISTENT I WANT IT PERSISTENT

ONE DAY WE HEAL THE NEXT, WE DEAL BULLETS ARE SHOT THROUGH US BUT THEN WE THINK OF US

WE UNINTENTIONALLY GROW ARMS OUT AND SHOOT EACH OTHER IN BROAD LIGHT THEN MAKE IT RIGHT

I’M FINE I DON’T MIND I LIE I’M LOSING ALL THAT’S MINE

LIKE A COOKIE DIPPED IN TEA, I JUST WANT IT THE WAY IT USED TO BE SIMPLE AND SWEET NOT WHAT WE HAVE NOW, CRUMBING DOWN