Written beautifully,
Worded increasingly,
Only one page long…
No regret to get it wrong.

Written five years past
To only thought be last,
To only see them fluster with their crush—
Heh…could’ve at least told me with a hush…

This note, this empty note…
A slip of paper I wrote…
My emotions broke out fair.
To someone that was never there.

What I once thought was pure gold,
Was no material that well held me in a dark hold.
Its vice grip was something very tensional,
Yet it was only something that’s two dimensional.

This note, this empty note…
A slip of paper I wrote…
I regret to ever write
But can never rescind in my own right.

This crap I want to never understand,
This message I want to ever understate—
This note, this empty note…
A slip of paper I wrote…

This empty note…this note…

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