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Never was one who would have emotions and show em,
still wish she'd come back to me like she does Postpoems,
like all the other girls running wild like a hoe and
taking every mans pride to the Grand Canyon to throw em,

i know i act like i must not really care,
but it hurts to wake up and see no one there,
no text, no call, which means you're busy somewhere,
expect me to always write you first and it's not fair,

all i have are memories quickly becoming enemies,
crawling through my mind, an outbreak of centipedes,
take all my true texts and send her these,
cause for some broad i'll never hit my knees,

some said that i couldn't handle their shit,
that's just it, how do you know that kinda shit?
how do you know that i wouldn't make it better?
take your rain and snow, turn it all to permanent sunny weather.