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when nothing ends
Is it wrong to say I was hurt when you stopped calling?
Or should I just
Ignore the fact that there was something there.
Is it wrong to say that I care about you
More than I care about myself?
Sometimes,
Late at night
12:27, the hour you used to call
To tell me that you were going to bed and
To remind me that you'd text me in the morning
And that I'd see you third period in class-
If it was a wednesday.
And, oh god, why did that have to end?
Why did we ever have to end?
Because it scares me that what we had is over.
And when I actually think about it,
I wonder
How did we, or what we had
disappear?
I mean, after all,
something that never started, is not something that can
end.
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