the truth is that i think of you every day.
i go over every moment we were together, and
try to calculate where exactly things went wrong.
i know theres nothing anyone could have done,
to prevent the way the tide rolls in and out,
but part of me wants to be mad. i want to hold
it against the circumstances. i wonder when
your hair got so long. i wonder when you
started talking that way. i miss your hugs



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