In September the girl on the bus
Smiled all the time
Laughed with her friends
And smiled at me
And I smiled back
In October the girl on the bus
Only smiled when her friends were looking
She barely smiled at me
And I smiled back
In November the girl on the bus
Didn't even smile even when
Her friends asked if she was okay
She only looked at me
And I smiled back
In December the girl on the bus
Wasn't there and her friends didn't laugh
She wasn't okay, and she wrote a note
Saying she was sorry and that she wished
She had smiled back at me
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
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