I just found out (overheard) that the other guy (see "Every time I start to believe something's raped and taken") and her had a falling out, which is why she chose me. She made fun of his hemp necklace. Hemp is for losers. She kind of wants the other guy back though, because she thinks I'm a "whack-job". I tried to explain to her how I'm not crazy a few hours ago. It seemed to go over well. Just in case, I've amended the poem. It's now two separate poems. To start, I'll only give her this second piece. It's probably for the best that she not know about my life right away.
Recent Events: Girl Next Door
When your heater broke down, the R.A., you went to see.
When the R.A. couldn
Recent Events: Girl Next Door
When your heater broke down, the R.A., you went to see.
When the R.A. couldn
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"I looked up and saw you;
I know that you saw me.
We froze but for a moment
In empathy."-Rise Against