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You told me you were thinking of moving someplace warmer. I told you I was thinking of staying right here. My friendships move too. Did you think twice? Are you going to need more? Because I'm halfway through my 20s and I still can't get it. At what point does it become depressing? And at what point does it get good again? Last summer I went on tour with my best friends and it didn't help me get over it. I could walk across the street for hours. But I still end up in the same bed crowded with mine. From Letras Mania