I was 6, I pretended to care and sit with them and my sister while they all cried. I was just thinking the whole time “finally… now can I go back to playing? how do I get out of this awful situation”
Divorce is a good thing.
I met her and then another end
and usually a grudge
but I loved so much
the way we touched and pseudo-kissed.
Oh, I already miss you
singing like this over the phone.
Every now and every then
I tend to pretend
I’m not alone.
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