Standing on the railway platform,
I thought that day when you would leave
Would not arrive. We had prepped for the storm.
Little I knew that I was so naïve.
Those first three weeks were very hard.
There were no seconds when I stopped thinking
Of you. My friends helped me cover the scars,
But the next three months were really daunting.
Though I left you and you would still call me,
Wounds I ne’er touched would be reopened. I saw
Pictures online; I’d cry myself silly.
My friends would take me to a mental spa.
I met some people who think I’m cool
Without you, with them, I act like a fool.
(I know it sucks, but whatever. It's for school).
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