i got bored in math.
your tiny heart wasn't
big enough for my love.
your quirks were too
much for me.
your crazy insanity,
drove you out of my reality.
black tongues cursed with evil words.
your tricks never worked.
thirds beat the golden boy winner in record time.
your heart was lead-shackled, and sank.
that golden feather crime won over and
put you to shame.
the beating in my mind finally ceased to irk.
i dont know. shut up.
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