"and as the clock struck twelve and i had already made progress on not caring, you called me pretty again. i smiled and laughed, because i knew you didn't mean it."
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ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
new year
"and as the clock struck twelve and i had already made progress on not caring, you called me pretty again. i smiled and laughed, because i knew you didn't mean it."
