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It's a good day, though abnormalities made me pay,
Aching back, yellow eyes, pale nails, falling for the fever of jaundice,
Loosing game, turning backs, thundery nights, falling for the fever of your love 
Last benchers being mostly noisy,
And the bio class that made you horny.
Me pulling my friends long legs,you noticing my voice for the first time ever 
Those mornings that commenced at 7 am,
Heralding our entry to college from opposite gates.
The coincidences that made us believe we're eo's one and only.
Oh my god, the Saturday afternoons,
When the class left at 12.30,
You went to the library, me following you around but you a newspaper boy and I a fiction fan.
Remember the stairs, above which lay my class,
Your expressive eyes peeping into the mass 
Now, it's no more our stuff,
Coz, we've had our break up rough.
Pretending to be busy, you gotta be crazy,
Talking to people that's making me hazy 
Love's just giving me chills but I don't want no more kills,
We left eo when needed most, he called me b*tch  when I was no witch andyou named us glitch.
You told me I was your glitter,
But you made me feel like litter.
You got what you wanted though,
But life turned my own foe.
You're out there hiking, dancing, attending Jha sir's forever.
My life's sh*t, your life was hit,
Not once was I jealous of you.
All you wanted was your male friendship,
All I wanted was family but tragedy.
I was broke enough to stand by you that day,
I bet you don't have the balls to confront me to this day.
You're my past that I ain't over yet, 
Still wishing you all the best and I bet,
You're happier than ever without me.
I've finally given up, on my way to peace out with me.

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