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Doug
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My Stuff Do you remember
Watching the street performer
Holding hands
It was cold, right?
Sitting at the swings
Writing down your feelings
I read them.. you were so damn smart
I thought you were really cute but
I expected too much and I didn’t really know you
You told me to wait but
You never gave me another chance
Didn’t want to be a guy- you avoided it at
All costs- and you avoided me, too
So that when I left, which we expected, (secretly)
We were estranged but then
Why do I still miss you so much?
