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Closing doors,
turning friends into acquaintances.
and regretting every fucking thing
as I thumb through these old photos.

I was hanging on even though I didn't know it.
You were giving up.
I never claimed to be astute.


So I'll just burn out
'cause I'm so used up.
I never thought we could be so distant,
but we are.

It's easier to just go back to thinking
the cold world has shunned me.
So I'll stay shut in my room
warmed by the space heater.
Listening to Thursday again.

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