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I swear I was over you.

I know I was, until it was two a.m. and I’m breaking down asking why weren’t you here beside me to hold me tight.

I was over you, until I smell fresh, crisp citrus and mint and all I could think of is when I used to wear your shirts and your scent would envelope my senses.

I was over you, until I’m in a huge crowd and all I’m looking for are your hands to guide me out of the suffocating space.

I was over you, until there was this new guy and I can’t help looking for pieces of you in him.

I was over you, until I realized I wasn’t.

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