If your never going to talk to me again, that's okay. I know you promised you were never going to leave me five months ago while I was crying into your chest, but I also know that it snows sometimes in the middle of April or weeds grow in the middle of a rose garden, so I understand that some things happen that aren't supposed to.
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Rant On
PoetryHey this is just a book full of quotes, poems, and rants. Some may be triggering.
