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every year is different.

every year holds surprises.

every year is a step up from the past one.

every year holds something new with you.

you tell me you love me,

you cherish me,

that i'm the most important person ever.

you tell me all these things,

but

do they even matter?

do you even mean it anymore?

every year is supposed to be better than the last,

but i can't say i believe that anymore.

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