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I came back home. Didn't expect to see you so soon, but there you were; there I was. And there we were, again. Retreated back into my old heart, my fingers typing you a message, one I may regret. Now it's like it was in Spring, except the feelings aren't brand new they're familiar, and I feel guilty. Guilty for crawling back into skin that ruined me, skin that I know will ruin me again. And this time, it won't be his fault.


