Used to
I know a guy
And I can never tell if he will ever say what he really wants
He gives me his sweatshirts to keep for weeks
But in public he stares right past me
I used to feel broken
But now I realize I just need to give up
I'll keep the sweatshirts
I'll keep the memories of our kisses
But I promise I'll do my best to forget about us
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