Dear You,
Yes You. Why do you do this to me? You build me up.. I know you're lying. I let you lie. Why? Because I like the things you say. I love to hear the things you tell me.. Real or fake. I wish the things we talked about were true. I wish things would magically fall into place and we could do all the things we always wish we could. But realistically, we both know it would never work out. You will always be the Sweet talking, know just the right kind of thing to say Foot Ball Player. Although we've grown up, and I have known you for as long as I can remember.. I will always be your bench warmer.. And Sometimes, I am okay with that.
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