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I. i lied. he’s the only thing i’m reminded of these days. i hate myself for him. II. I see it on You dearheart, looming two steps to the left. my fate, in detailed pencil sketches of Your own color. You can’t let This happen to You. control the year to come, and You won’t Regret. III. i saw them all parked on the side today tchaikovsky caressed their sorrow and i wondered Where Are You? i can’t feel your vibrato IV. Even in your Flaws, you are Perfect How can this be? V. Darling, I’m sick of this show. Yield your spotlight! I can only see spots. I know you said you could, you would, but baby I just don’t see it. You’ve had a year You’ve got four months VI. No. Never. Don’t go back to her, to that, to then. Don’t you see the flashbacks? Nothing is easier once it’s gone. There is no comfort in uncomfortable. VII. I feel your stanzas. I glace at your glances all around the semicircle. (You need to be this for them.) What you don’t know it’s certainly unnecessary. Look downhill, Close your eyes. I want to like you for you. VIII. I could never confess I have a sympathetic soul I mirror the hurt in your eye although you do not reciprocate. My impending flight it tainted with your poignant poison. IX. The future is nothing but an endless string of failures which lead to successes. And yet your path seems clear. My beloved cartoon, my history. I would wish you all the best, but my heart breaks from parting. X. How dare you say that, you coward. XI. I miss you. Where are you? I can’t believe you’ve grown.

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I. i lied. he’s the only thing i’m reminded of these days. i hate myself for him. II. I see it on You dearheart, looming two steps to the left. my fate, in detailed pencil sketches of Your own color. You can’t let This happen to You. control the year to come, and You won’t Regret. III. i saw them all parked on the side today tchaikovsky caressed their sorrow and i wondered Where Are You? i can’t feel your vibrato IV. Even in your Flaws, you are Perfect How can this be? V. Darling, I’m sick of this show. Yield your spotlight! I can only see spots. I know you said you could, you would, but baby I just don’t see it. You’ve had a year You’ve got four months VI. No. Never. Don’t go back to her, to that, to then. Don’t you see the flashbacks? Nothing is easier once it’s gone. There is no comfort in uncomfortable. VII. I feel your stanzas. I glace at your glances all around the semicircle. (You need to be this for them.) What you don’t know it’s certainly unnecessary. Look downhill, Close your eyes. I want to like you for you. VIII. I could never confess I have a sympathetic soul I mirror the hurt in your eye although you do not reciprocate. My impending flight it tainted with your poignant poison. IX. The future is nothing but an endless string of failures which lead to successes. And yet your path seems clear. My beloved cartoon, my history. I would wish you all the best, but my heart breaks from parting. X. How dare you say that, you coward. XI. I miss you. Where are you? I can’t believe you’ve grown.