"I miss him," my heart says
"Forget him" my mind scolds
"You are better of alone"
"But I love him" my heart pleads
"You know you were played with," My mind says.
But my heart refuses to admit,
My mind is right this time.
"I miss him," my heart says
"Forget him" my mind scolds
"You are better of alone"
"But I love him" my heart pleads
"You know you were played with," My mind says.
But my heart refuses to admit,
My mind is right this time.
I’ve been going to a camp called Crow's Path since third grade.
And even longer before that, but I can’t remember those days.
People have come and gone, yes, that’s true,
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