i sit down
look at the time
i text my friend
and it reminds me
that i have your birthday wrong
skyy on January 1st
and you on the 4th
however, you were marked on the 5th
odd to me
and in changing it
i see it again
October 6th.
i don't wanna remember
that's all i have to say.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
