A Crackled Quartz
He was pissed, He was furious Threw a couple of pots and pans Just because her diary said “the good times with him makes me smile” He was not him He was her ex. That’s when she knew he wasn’t the one We all have the freedom to miss the people we love Not just friends and family The boys we loved The girls he loved The random crossovers down the line We don’t need approval to miss…
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