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Sometimes it’s better to be lonely.
Broke wrist chasing that country boy.
Best friends. To infinity and beyond.
Best friends. Lovers and soul mates.
Third grade. Eighth grade. True love.
“Us” started because I got dumped.
Through everything, I know you’re mine.
I found myself by finding you.
I haven’t even met him yet.
We are perfect for each other.
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