Like, A Lot.

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Sadly,

When sophomore year came along,

You no longer loved me,

As I once thought you did,

It didn't matter though,

Because I was always sad,

And so were you,

Eventually,

I never left my house,

And you were always around the wrong crowd,

Which made you happy though,

So I didn't mind,

Even if I did.

A lot.

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