𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾 ༊*·˚ 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺

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remember when i said i would do a poem about the things i think about you? here it is.

forest eyes, nature hair
you've put me into a sake of despair.
so why did the letters start
as my feelings were ripping themselves apart?
you've told me you hated me
but actually solely chased after what used to be?
as i watched you go
there was something i began to know.
i was a part of the freak show.

this may be the end. the end of this book and my feelings. thank you sincerely for the little roller coaster you've brought me upon. may your true love write less poetic letters than communicate properly with you.

lots of regards ;;

y/n.

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