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May 2020
if everything is over
why do i still shudder when i hear
his name
run past the place where
we met and spent hours
listening to the
hatred in his voice and scarring words
that first september day
new books and clothes
all ready to be destroyed
by june
and that first day
knowing since the start
of my despise for you
but i couldnt do anything
so i was stuck
and scarred
until
june?
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life354
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