All those mixtapes.
All those songs I sang.
All those words I wrote.
All those nights I waited.
All those secrets I whispered.
Turns out they didn't mean shit.
This is your antithesis.
I'm tired of writing about you.
I'm tired of thinking about you.
I'm saying let's keep in touch,
But we know what I really mean.
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