He's hanging there
Alone
Under the tree
Under the place we use to laugh
And giggle
And stare into each others eyes.
I knew he would be here
I want to tear my heart out
As I know
His last thoughts
Were that
I
Didn't
Love
Him.
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Occhiolism
RomanceA fractured past but a perfect girl. A dismal future but a perfect friend.