The bad memories
are like scars,
Closed up
and healed
Yet slightly
off-color.
As if I
needed a physical reminder
That I’m no
longer who I used to be;
I used to be so mad about you.
Now I'm just mad.
Maybe someday I'll be able to tell a story That doesn't have anything to do with me Or you But how can I ignore Your mouth full of e...
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