Not Today
I know one day we’ll part. I have a feeling it’s going to come soon. We’ll graduate and if we’re lucky we’ll see each other a few more times over the summer. But eventually we’ll part and then we’ll stop speaking entirely. And I know you’ll be okay with that. And I know one day I will be too. But that day is not today.
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The Collection of Shit About "Him"
PoetryIt's all true. It's happy at times but mostly sad.
