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I’m sorry I’m not you. I’m sorry you can’t just tell me that it’s over and I move straight on without a second thought of you, but I promise I’m trying, it’s just not that easy for me.

Look at her hand in your hand;
your name in her mouth. Please
don’t love her more than me - at
least not soon. At least not today.
Let me overhear you saying “Let’s
take it slow, I just got out of
something” so I know you
remember the something that we
had. Had. Had. Had. You are
rebounding and I’m still spinning
in circles. Just let me catch up.
Just let me unbreak a little before
you foreget me completely.

if you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands