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I write my name right on the dirt,

the rain quickly washes it away,

i'll keep my emotions off my shirt,

the second i forget that jazz ballet,

i lean my back against a tree,

dig in my pocket for the calm,

the pain these memories do to me,

is about to rip out of my arms,

the light is over, i fear dark,

oh how i wish you were here,

i'll take a walk down to Paul's Park,

so i can forget all our happiness this year,

delete the texts off of my cell,

i can't move on while memories are close,

how much more of this hell,

can i take standing on my own toes.