I could be going with you.
:[ I love you.
I miss you.
You still are a sharp knife stabbing my heart.
And quite frankly, it hurts. a lot.
But you know what!? I am going to have fun,
I wrote poems about you.
I'll type them up.
2 Questions:
Why did you leave me?
and Why is this excruciating pain still ripping through my chest?
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