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Isn't it neat how i keep secrets hidden?

a girl comes up, shit was forbidden,

a rabid kitten, with a thirst for hearts,

tearing up cavitites and ripping them apart,

driving fast to keep my thoughts well behind,

going this speed, it's hard to remind,

myself i am lonely, and new years could be,

alone exactly like my next new years would be,

i may barely know her, but i want her bad,

only girl who made me this sad,

and only girl who made me smile so often,

she was the dryer sheets, warming up to soften,

when midnight hits, will i do as i assume?

text the girl who just last June,

admitted to feelings, then in August, seems strange,

that in a matter of 3 months it all changed.