Suposed to Start College In January.
My Consoler Never Emailed Me Back.
Which Probably Means Spring Semester.
Right In Time For Mardi Gras.
Everytime I Read Your Blog,
And Its About Me.
I Reopens My Wounds.
I Love You.
But Its as If You're Playing Games in My Head.
When I Said I Always Will Love You.
I Didn't Lie.
It's Just Not Worth The Pain, Boo.
Not Seeing You.
Not Being The One To Hold You,
In My Arms.
Its Just Not The Same
Until Next Time.
-Lunchbox.
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