The difference between our same harsh “I don’t care,” we repeatedly say to each other out of anger
Lays under its utmost connotation
Yours bares the literal reality, while mine tells otherwise implicitly
You gave me a ring of promises and I remember you wearing your bright yellow t-shirt I laughed, I joked about it, you laughed But when I wake up I breathe into nothing other than the feeling of your ring on my finger and the reality that you are already long gone
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