They're...gone.
All gone, like they never were.
Hahaha!
It's hilarious!
I might be slightly delusional, but this is...
This is hilarious.
What?
I mean, I knew this was going to happen, but so soon?
It's funny.
I mean, of course they're gone.
Of course our nights together meant nothing.
Of course I was just a substitute, the chocolate milk given when the ice cream bar is out of sundaes.
Hahaha!
They're gone.
And... I'm fine.
Like, totally, completely, absolutely
Fine.
Yeah... I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm...fine.
I'm fine.
I'm completely f--
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The Scraps of A Song: An Anthology.
PoetryPoetry spanning topics from love to pain, to addiction, to borderline insanity, to romanticism..in a disorder so strange it becomes an order all its own... The Pieces of Her, The Scraps of A Song.
