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We cut out our windows so they'd match the pattern in the stars we'd fall asleep looking at screaming your name over and over only produced tears and a ruptured larynx Whispering it only tore down the walls that held us together of all the mistakes I've made the worst one was when I said I loved myself when in the end I was the worst friend I ever had her teen years were spent mostly on her knees holding two jobs split between boys cars and church pews If I loved you any more it would turn into hate or maybe it's already there at this point I'm not sure we speak in riddles sometimes almost asking questions but never failing with backhanded compliments and floor ridden apologies I had the best time of my life in April a night when all I did was break my own heart it was at that point I knew for sure I had one