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Love has damaged me, and I don't know if it's really my fault, or yours. Could I have given you this much power? You seem fine. I'm broken 1,500 miles away from you. This is a melting sensation. I follow puddles of my reflection every time I have to run an errand. 

- In the oranges - in laundry detergent. In cereal - in muffins. I see you in the popcorn and then again in the string cheese. If I've poured so much of my mind into something so empty, how would I ever believe in Love again?