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i can’t remember the last time i was thinking this way
but you can’t see that in spite of all i’ve tried
and i wanted to be,
but just didn’t know how,
to understand you as any less than my best friend.
it could just be a notion
inside an empty smile,
full of heartache and a lost cause,
but take care when you set me down,
lest i take a fall and crack,
and spill a million pieces from within;
and someone will cry over spilt milk,
and that really doesn’t matter much at all.