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Today
You should call your best friend
I know you haven’t really spoken much
After that weekend you let her
Stay in your room
And she screwed some guy in your bed
Until the paint behind the headboard flaked

But she loves you
And she came over the next day
With a first edition copy of Jane Eyre
And you cried because she couldn’t just say
I’m sorry.

Don’t tell her you want her to say she’s sorry
Because she’ll only tell you to grow up
And buy you pizza
Or that purse you’ve had your eye on for a while

Get high
Eat Harribo in bed
Nuzzle deep into eachother’s laughter
Let your toes touch hers beneath the duvet
Save sorrys for tomorrow

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