the worst thing is knowing that there's someone else.
someone he now shows his apartment to.
someone he plays his favorite songs to.
someone who wears his shirts in the morning.
someone he spends his sundays in bed with.
soneone who brings him his keys back.
10 days ago he said he's thinking of me.
now he's thinking of her.
that's what hurts most.
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