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i keep hearing songs that remind me of you, even tho i don’t know you. and i talk with you about them in my head. telling you stories, bringing us together again, one more time, for the first time, every time. i wish i could seep into your veins like the music into our souls. i’d whisper i’m sorry and what if and i should’ve. and you’d understand. and we’d dance and sing together, all the songs that reminded me of you. the songs that reminded you of me.