Go ahead, pass me in the halls and pretend I don’t exist; I hope every single time we make eye contact, you relive every memory we’ve ever had.
& I hope it hurts.
Go ahead, pass me in the halls and pretend I don’t exist; I hope every single time we make eye contact, you relive every memory we’ve ever had.
& I hope it hurts.
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