it was a bad day for us i was rigid and tense someone, an old friend, stopped me on the street and said youre dense three doors down, he was listening waiting for his chance and when he saw me storm away he began to dance the fury in me began to burn but he pulled back and laughed he knew i wasn't coming back and began to hone his craft if i had went back i would still be with her now i still see them at school sometimes and how the day i left i should have stopped that day instead i acted an ass and gave you awayBirth sign: Aries
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