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Why Is It Like This
You and I used to be so happy
Now we aren’t.
I think about you every day.
I think about how much you have changed.
Why though?
Holding hands, cuddling.
All of that is gone.
Gone Forever.
I thought I could forget you.
I try.
But all those memories, come back to me.
Us together.
Your words to comfort me.
Then you moved.
I said some things.
It upset you.
You said everything was fine when I asked.
I knew it wasn’t.
Your voice.
The cracking when you try not to cry.
Every day.
I talked to you, you didn’t talk.
Why though?
It isn’t fair.
I miss you still.
You are now a criminal.
I told you not to talk to me.
I am avoiding it.
I am dating someone else now.
You have figured that out.
Hopefully.
I can’t stand it.
Be with me.
Forever.
Through the journeys of life.
We were in love.
Everyone thought this was it.
You and me.
I thought that too.
Everything changed.
I haven’t talked to you in a few weeks.
Why though?
You are killing everyone.
Your mom.
Your dad.
Your brother.
Your biological parents.
Your biological family.
Stealing.
What the heck is wrong with you?
I thought you were a gppd person.
Nope.
You took the left path instead of right.
Probably drugs.
Sex at a young age.
She will be pregnant.
Not me.
Your problem.
Not mine.
Sorry.
I am no there for you no more.
You are on your own with her and your child.
Good-bye Criminal.
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