You're the closest thing I have to bring up in a conversation about love that didn't last. But I could never call you mine because you never called me yours. It's not that our love died, it just never really bloomed. No, I can't let go of you. You're holding me back without even trying to. I can't let go, I can't move on from the past. Without lifting a finger, you're holding me back. No, we didn't die, we just never had a chance to grow. It might not make much sense to you or any of my friends, but somehow you still affect the things I do. You can't lose what you never had.
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