its september and i am standing in a cloud, shouting for you to stop looking up at me from the ground- i am gone, you are gone, this is over. and i moved away to run away from the feeling that you will not think of me, you will not miss me- i moved away to forget the fact that i hurt you, to forget the times we laid in my bed without saying a word
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