I see the text the next morning,
After she has already passed.
I can't believe it's happened—
Life goes by so fast.
She didn't mean a lot to me,
Though it's still sad that she's gone.
No one can live up to her,
She's the only one.
I think I'll end this poem—
I don't have much to say.
She already had her funeral
And I never came.
I was eight years old,
and everyone around me was dying.
I wish I was younger so then I wouldn't
understand what war was.
Now I'm twenty-six,
and everyone around me is dying
The girl with the Polaroid in her phone case
is the one I want to kiss.
The girl with the Polaroid in her phone case
doesn't even know I exist.
The girl with the headphones that mess up her bangs
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