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You’ll never love me like I want,

But can I ever accept that as a fact?

Not really sure if I can, or even want to, wrap my head around that.

Can we really ever be sure of anything?

Scratching heads at dinner, but others are content picking out their wedding rings.

They’re just content with settling.

You and I are the types that chase endless dreams out of sleep.


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