Today.
I hate my hair.
and the way it smells.
It reminds me of you.
And I still wonder why i wear your shirt to sleep
Its funny because
I keep saying how I wish I could forget you
yet your memoirs still litter my room...
Like the two monkees you gave me on valentines day
They still sit on my dresser unmoved,
untouched,
I wonder if thats a reflection of my heart...
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