It doesn’t matter.

How will I know?
How have I known in the past?
Well,
does it really even matter
since every time I thought I knew
I was wrong?
It’s weird.
She said she wouldn’t have told me unless it was serious.
What does it do to me?
What does just the thought of you do to me?

It doesn’t matter.

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