Twelve hours ago I was wishing you away George's "Freedom" rang throughout my ears I hid from you and took the long way in the cold Ran away to the library that later caved in I wrote you a note saying "I'm sorry I do not love you" I wrote that note in blue cursive and I didn't Trim off the edges as I ripped it from My spiral notebook How impersonal can one person be? You still waited for me and you still drew that Fucking butterfly and a sad face with tears I crumpled up the note because YOU DO NOT LOVE ME And how dare you think I could love you You forgot I forgot how to loveBirth sign: Libra
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