2d
I don't hate you,
I hate the silence you left with me,
and the blaring sound of old memories,
that buzz around my head for hours,
like a bee on a too-hot day.
I hate the silence you left with me,
and the blaring sound of old memories,
that buzz around my head for hours,
like a bee on a too-hot day.
(14/F/Ohio)
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