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09/11/2019

9:12am

*meant for 09/09*

 

happy birthday to one of the greatest

 

and though we don’t talk

(it’s been about two years in the making)

and though I barely knew you

(are only connection was severed for quite some time)

I still grew fond of you.

 

because that’s just what my heart does.

that’s just how my brain operates,

that’s just what love does.

but I didn’t have real love for you.

 

Because I’m learning that takes time.

 

That’s why I don’t say the “L” word to even my closest friends

(well I say it to Titi and our connection)

But I don’t want to say it if I don’t mean it.

and I don’t want to say I miss you

If I’m glad you’re gone

 

I was tired of people mistreating me all these years

 

y'all are starting to see the bags.

And I’m starting to see I don’t care.

 

 

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