Note to reader:
The following is just some random poem like thing I wrote to get the feelings off my chest:
Pulling me back in,
Every time I think you’re gone.
With just a piece of paper holding us together.
You show up again.
In.
Out.
Love me.
Hate me.
Over & over again.
No reason ever given.
You left me.
Why won’t you stay gone?
You made you’re bed with me 3 years ago.
It’s past time you lay in it.
Stop pulling me back in.
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