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pane
we were lying on the bed
and he threw something
towards my bookcase
(his keys I think)
and smashed the glass.
he wasn't too regretful either.
said he would fix it
but never did.
years later
i haven't repaired it
i don't know if i'm still waiting for him
or maybe
i just don't want to mend
the shattered past.
m-m
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