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I remember when you meant nothing to me. I wasn't aware of your existence, but now you're the reason why I have these awful bags under my eyes; I stay up till 4AM thinking about you.
It's bizarre how a person could mean nothing to you, but in a matter of hours, days, weeks, or months, they could mean the world to you even if they make your heart drown in a sea of regret and leave a hurricane of bittersweet memories behind.