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I've come to terms with the fact that my dashboard is never going to feel the touch of your feet ever again and the passenger seat is going to feel neglected for a while with no one seated on it to confuse streetlights for stars. My car will lose your cherry scent and gain the smell of grass right after the rain pours down on it so I won't remember how you smelt like every time I open the front door in the morning. My rearview mirror has erased your glossy heart and my windows have cleaned themselves to delete all the drawings you once made with your gentle fingers on one of those cold days. I've come to terms with the fact that the guitar y