Him - Poem by ebbuh lepe
i say im over him,
that i dont think of him anymore...
but who am i trying to fool?
i think of him more than ever!
why do i though?
its not right.
everything i do reminds me of him.
and whats even worse,
when i see him, i feel
like running back to his arms...
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