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May 2014
"bye" id say as I got off the phone
you made up some ******* excuse that you couldn't talk, like always.
so I sat alone in bed and stared at the flowers you gave me 2 months ago.
they're dead now,
and it made me wonder if whatever we had was dead too.
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mickey
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