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Leaving My Heart

Kindergarten.

It was the time when we had no promises, no attachments, just the line between good and bad--

When we found joys in littler things, less important to us now; remember what we had?

Then there was elementary.

The time when we had messy hands, messy faces, and creativity in our heads--

Dreaming about wonderful things, our parents tucking us in to our cozy beds.

And middle school followed.

You could count how many crushes you had on your fingers, you're sensitivity--

You saw things differently, there was less magic in things, you had a new identity...

Then there's our high school in play.

I had loved you since the start, but you never noticed, did you care?

I wanted to scream, to cry, it was torture, pulling out my hair--

Until you started to become a different person.

You weren't the same person I knew before. 

It took me years for you to finally leave my heart.

But now all you are is emptiness to me--

I don't care about you anymore.