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February 8, 2010

Fireworks

He's funny and nice,
with the brightest green eyes.
He stays awake all night,
just to listen as I cry.

He tries to make me smile,
even if it takes a while.
He's charming and I can't believe
he means nothing to me.

He calls just to say hello.
Tells me he loves me,
just to let me know.
I hate how I don't understand.
I feel nothing when he holds my hand.

I miss the fights and all the tears.
All the pain you used to cause me.
There were fireworks then,
I just don't get it.

But you're the one I wanna be with.

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