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I just want to dial your number,

Give you a call, maybe pretend to be her,

So that I could see

First handedly

What it is she has

That I don't.

And then I remember the truth --

That I pushed you away in my ignorance

And my youth.

I wanted to be the strong one

But my situation is self undone.

So leave me to wallow in my regret.

I want you to.

It's for the best.