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Poems About My Ex. Happy.
Sad.
Angry.
Mad.
One out of four
is not so bad.
Not so bad?
Why?
Because only one
out of four can make me cry?
No!
No not think for awhile!
Is it because one out of four
can make me smile?
Or is it because
two out of four
make me regret?
Or is it three out of four?
I forget.
I only know that one out of four is how I feel now.
Sad.
