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Jul 2015
your hair 

after you cut it

your crooked teeth

your 

cockiness

dislike 

of scratching

and 

reluctance to bite,

that you're a coward

and
emotionally 

closed; that 

yousmoked

all 

my cigarettes,


your inability to text 

or

introduce me to yourfriends,

that you always wore the sameclothes 

and looked odd
in suits

didn't believe inGodorlove
believe
 that I was smart,

that 
you broke

my ******* 
heart.
This is an exercise to try not to miss you. I wrote this in red and drew pictures to go with it. I bet that says something.

P.s. I actually kind of liked your crooked teeth.
Written by
Daisy
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