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and in my pocket lies a twisted wad of promises made when we were hopeful and still proud of who we were when our hands were face to face. i. us against the world. they always said we were practically one person, even before the start, before the bend, before the break. we smiled inside ourselves but stayed stone-faced in fear of investing too much too quickly. it was always unspoken that they were right. ii. staying up late. i was the first one to wreck your sleep schedule. i torched it to the ground, made you forget what it was like to fall peaceful before ten and we laid restless thinking up colors that didn't exist and we went to work t