'We were happy, thee and me" he cries out.
I laugh at him
And wipe his tears,
'No, YOU were happy'.
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Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
