I hate goodbyes Jane
You know that, I've told you many times before.
When we used to sit on the grass and look at the sky, we would talk about ourselves.
Not in an arrogant way, but in the way you tell a person your likes, dislikes, and fears.
I always told you I was afraid of people leaving.
So why do you keep telling me goodbye.
Why do you keep hurting me?
Why?
Why?
Why?
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Ribbons
PoesíaA story about a broken girl who wears ribbons and a boy who tries to pick up the pieces
