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Panic
I remember when I first noticed the boy with the panic shirt,
in the back of the class,
I knew he would be something special.
And I remember as he held my hand,
whispering in my ear,
that I could borrow his shirt for the weekend,
because he knew I liked how it smelled like him.
And I remember how he kissed the top of my head,
whispering in my ear,
that I could keep his panic shirt forever,
because he knew I liked how it smelled like him.
But then I remember the day it stopped smelling like him.
And then I remember the day he stopped smelling like him,
because this person wasn't the same boy with the panic shirt in
the back of the class that I first fell in love with.
So now I have his shirt sitting in my room,
smelling like nothing,
reminding me of what could have been.
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