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➰Seventy Six➰

Maybe when we both realise what has happened, we can fix this.

I want to talk to you about them. And I will, tomorrow.

I don't care how many punches you throw at me, or how many insulting words you hit me with;

You can't take back what you gave me yesterday.

 And I can't take back the tears of joy and processed sadness that was long forgotten, how they drowned me in not sorrow, but not happiness.

I was, calm.