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A kiss on the forehead Is a gesture of betrayal It's not a kiss of love Filled with joy and humor.  
3rd grade. We were best friends, Playdates 3 times a week, Soccer tournaments together. Ithinkthismightbelove… 5th grade.
It wasn't you, it was me. I shouldn't had left you. It's just that, things weren't working out. You know it's true. I was miserable and unhappy. I found myself aching to get away.
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