i can help but to cry,
over the memories,
i love you so,
and you loved me back.
but i was to late to respond,
and your love began to fade,
and mine went all the stronger.
and now,
all thats left is,
me without you.
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eh... weird story. do eveyone go through this crossing-love stuff? he liked me in 6th grade but i didn't. and then i started liking him in 7th grade and he started liking someone else. god. i hate this story. but i love the poem, by the way.
are you emotionally wrecked?
talk to me.
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