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I tried. In every opportunity that you reel me back in, I try to steal bits of the dreams we’ve shared before the mess we are in now – trying to salvage whatever is left, even the most minute. But every other time we convince ourselves that this is worth another lifetime, that this time things will become better, everything falls away; everything falls apart.

It used to make a difference. This getting-back-together drama. It used to make a difference.

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