twenty eight

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you never gave me the time of day,

but i was never a prioarty.

you cancelled on my fucking birthday,

and what was i supposed to say?

you had more important things then me,

and it finally occured to me. 

you can like me all you want,

say that you wanted us to work.

but if you really did, 

you would have made time for me. 

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