Abandoning Sunday
preface
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Four years gone by,
And I've found I'm still writing about how everything felt.
You would have thought that I would learn to move on,
But clearly there are things to work out.
Just tell me I'm wrong and it's all still my fault,
If that's what you really believe.
But I'm growing tired of these stories and lies,
And who you make me out to be.