The day after you left I painted my nails blue and cut my hair short for I knew you'd be back for your last boxes and I wanted you think I had moved on but when I opened the door I saw it written all over your face that you knew I was all scrambled up inside and I'm not sure if you took pride in that or felt for me.
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From The Attic (poetry)
PoetryFrom the attic is a book with thoughts and qoutes and countless poems I've stringed together with the scattered words in my mind. any
