I realize now that it was not today when you left me.
It was last Tuesday.
It was April third in sixth period.
You hopped the train and left a scribbled note.
Our British came and left us in the aftermath.
It’s not me.
It’s you.
It was last Tuesday.
It was April third in sixth period.
You hopped the train and left a scribbled note.
Our British came and left us in the aftermath.
It’s not me.
It’s you.
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