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Late December,
Hear the snow crunch underneath our feet,
As We spend all this time together
I wish I really didn't remember,
Being crammed into
This 600 square feet.

Come mid June
Our demise we did meet,
As I had so many dreams in November
Quickly turned to nightmares
As we were both nourishing a dying ember
I couldn't be transformed any longer.

Trusting myself turned ugly
While we pretend to be just fine
You never did fit all that snugly,
But I just ignored all the signs
Telling myself that I'll be just fine,
For some reason still believing that lie,
Even though you're more annoying than a fly.

So I just sit and write,
Every single night
Hoping that It will feel alright.

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