note to self: listening to all of the sad songs in the world won’t make you any less sad
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If you find yourself here on my side of town
I pray that you’d come to my door
And talk to me like you don’t know what we ever fought about
Cause I don’t remember anymore
I just know that she warms my heart
And knows what all my imperfections are
She said that I was the brightest little firefly in her jar