i wish there were less 'you's.
i wish i wasn't caught in perpetual 'summer crush' mode.
you know the kind, you fall for the bleach blonde kid with the tan, promise to write and then vaguelly remember a feeling you had back in '06, years later when you find the blurry photo album, buried under less transient memories.
i think i persuade myself that 'it's for real this time'.
and then i turn my head, catch someone elses eyes.
'How come i end up where i started?
How come i end up where i went wrong?'
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