it used to be a simple
thing. something i could
rely on
i could rest in your sholder to cry
now all you are
is a paper weight
holding me down.
i miss the old you.
the 8th grade you.
the ugly you.
the one who promised he would love me forever.
and i miss that smile
the one you gave me whenever you came out of
your upstairs bathroom.
i miss you being you.
i miss being myself
around you.
6:08 pm - Tuesday, Dec. 17, 2002
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