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“When I saw you, I thought you were poetry and I just wanted to read you over and over again and I wanted to memorize every verse. But now I know people aren’t poetry. They’re people and they mess up. They make mistakes. They say they love you and sometimes they even mean it. That doesn’t stop you from getting hurt and if you ever were a poem, you’re one that I just have to stop reading now.”

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Book:Letters from Hadley
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