May 28th

Tonight he made me mad 

By erasing documentation of our memories

So I turned some colors to black and white

And listened to a song my sister wrote about bluebirds

And I feel free 

And I feel comforted

Because memories aren’t worth much

And im going to make a life for myself

One where neiter he or she can hurt me

anymore

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