i'm going to crack. i'm going to burst.
i hate how you can do this to me by doing nothing at all
i'm okay, or at least, i will be.
you'll just be another story i tell of a time where i was just a stupid girl
love is like grass. if you fall on it, it may leave a stain and some temporary pain.
but you’ll get over the pain, it will eventually stop hurting. now maybe the stain
ruined your favorite pair of jeans, or maybe it was nothing special that was ruined,
but either way the stain remains there. and with time, it will begin to fade, but it will
always be there, a permanent reminder that you, once fell
-end-
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