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  • Standing behind the door you tell me you don't love me anymore.
    Facing the mirror I say that's fine because I don't love you either.
    Neither of us means it, but this how life is bearable.

    Are you seeing anyone?
    Why not?
    Because anytime I'm alone with anyone all I think about is you. I'm going down on a boy and I've got Joy Division songs playing through my head and all I see is you. It's a terrible feeling really.
    Do you ever think you'll stop loving me?
    Why not?
    Because you're my parrallel life partner.
    What does that mean?
    I'm not sure, but it's true.
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