If you don't mind
I'm going to cry now.
I'm going to turn into a ball,
roll into the shoadows,
Extend the Nile,
Become Taylor Swift and sing about
How much you hurt me,
But then I'l let you do it again becasue I want another platnium album.
Excuse me while I go cry now,
I'm going run under the sheets
and hide from my feelings.
Punch my pillow with a printed out picture of you on it,
but then relize?
That picture is me.
And conitnue to punch it.
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