I hate it,
she may have seen it as a childish obsession,
but for me it really was love,
that feeling she's having right now,
willing to wait for someone forever,
yeah that was me,
now she knows how i felt,
still feel,
the letters still hurt,
so do the poems,
and the songs,
i still can't listen to a lot of songs,
the little glass ball,
it slipped out of my hands today,
and got a dangerous crack,
something leaked out,
but i've contained it again,
i think,
i hope.
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