It's a day filled with paper hearts and chocolate things
A day with dozens of roses and diamonds
A time for lovers & A time for friends
It's a time for new beginnings and ends
The idiocy of English IV when asked to describe today. I wrote a poem because that's just the type of day today is. Im not sad or anything like that. I am me just like every other day. Maybe a little numb to the things around me, but that seems to be the "norm" lately.
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