It's not your fault. Don't get me wrong because I'm not sure there's explanation. I don't know you, please don't get it in a bad way. You got something from the past You look like, or you smell like, or you feel like, I'm not sure... I've seen those eyes before I've felt like that before I've been excited just because of someone like you... You got something of my memories that I don't want to feel soon. And I don't know you, but I can feel it there... and I don't talk to you, but I think you're talking. And it's not me, it's not you. It's something broken with this heart too
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