𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢.

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it was three in the morning.
i had finished my usual silent crying.
i hurt inside.

it was six in the evening.
i was sitting across from you,
barely being able to concentrate.

it was nine at night.
i was hanging out with raehee,
she's perfect for you.

it was midnight,
and i was holding a daisy.
in my grandmas garden it hit me;

i was getting over you.

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