Damn it, listening to the song I've heard ages ago made me feel like I was slapped by the past.
It's like preparing at three in the dark, and early morning for the science quiz bee that is happening within five hours. I had the same song on repeat with nothing but the quiz bee and the fact that I'll be seeing you again on my mind.
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Events
PoetryA series of events that explores three stages of unrequited love. Written by my younger self. This has nothing to do with me now.
