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the truth is we shouldn't wait for the summer to swim.
the truth is you'll always cry when you chop an onion.
even if I'm with you after your break up to hold your hair,
there will be some nights when maybe there's a chance I won't be there.
the truth is nothing good lasts more than a few years.
the truth is I didn't like your bright new veneers.
even if you forget the letter a year early or late,
there will always be another time for which you'll always wait.