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I'm Feeling Love Sick But I Don't Mind
Thirty-Seven
I'm okay.
Sometimes, I went hours, or even days, without thinking about him,
I had Macy, and Jacob to keep me occupated, and sometimes that was enough.
We would hang out all day together at the pool, and hang out.
But there's always that one reminder, that one thing that brings it all back.
That makes me want to cry, but I won't.
I find another distraction.
I find something to do, something good for me.
Suddenly, I find my guitar in the back corner of my closet.
I've had it for years, but never learned how to play well.
So I pick it up, and start strumming through it, which turns into throughout the night.
Googling notes, tuning and songs.
I never thought of him once.
3 more months to go.
Sometimes, I went hours, or even days, without thinking about him,
I had Macy, and Jacob to keep me occupated, and sometimes that was enough.
We would hang out all day together at the pool, and hang out.
But there's always that one reminder, that one thing that brings it all back.
That makes me want to cry, but I won't.
I find another distraction.
I find something to do, something good for me.
Suddenly, I find my guitar in the back corner of my closet.
I've had it for years, but never learned how to play well.
So I pick it up, and start strumming through it, which turns into throughout the night.
Googling notes, tuning and songs.
I never thought of him once.
3 more months to go.
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This one is short, too.Comment?
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