Maybe there is a reason you forgot about me
Maybe it was the way I was never okay...
Or how, my hair was always messy and my eyes were always heavy.
Perhaps how my thoughts were usually jumbled and other people interested you and you didn't know what to do.
It could be how I cared too much and maybe I still care too much.
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Rant On
PoetryHey this is just a book full of quotes, poems, and rants. Some may be triggering.
