Every time I flip back the pages that we once had.
I smile and laugh at the conversations that we once shared.
The pictures were awkward or were smiley.
Everything was so peaceful and happy.
Until I flipped it to its final chapter.
Where all I am left with is dismay.
Anger hatred and whatever it is, with your words ringing and lingering in my head.
Building new memories with another while telling me " who says that I am happy ".
What a disgusting taste to end this book with.
Fucking hell, failed one paper, lucky can special consideration.. zzzzz.
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