like we never missed a thing.
That's not true now, isn't it?
Every now and then people give me reason to doubt myself. I'd brush it off if I could, but somehow I choose to believe that there's some truth to it. Maybe deep down, I want to believe.
That's when they win, when they unconsciously manage to bring me down.
And that's when I lose, the faith in people that never did disappoint.
All because I choose to remember what hurts the most.
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