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It's been a while

But, I'm back to it.

I'm back to staring 

At the ceiling above my bed

With my legs on the wall.

I'm back to my loud sighs

And suppressed cries.

Cause you left me

After saying you never would

But, I guess I have no one

But me to blame

Cause I should've understood

When you told me

A promise was too much to make.




A/n.

I have a question. We've reached poem 90. Which is great, and I'm really happy I could. However, I was thinking... Maybe I should end this book at 100?

Obviously, I won't stop writing poetry, like ever, so maybe I could make a new book? Idk. Tell me your thoughts on it.

Much love, ana_banana2103

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