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Jackson Jan 2019
She left
Like dynamite-
Explosive
And loud.
Slamming doors
Fireworks of slurs
Screaming that I'm to blame.

It took me
Four changings of seasons
To realize
It was my fault
Like it's the clouds fault
For raining.
Outside forces like her
Creating bad atmosphere
Until it all comes
Pouring out.

— The End —