Reminder
I was making popcorn today.
You would call it mundane,
but I put it in the microwave too long,
and seeing the smoking bag
made me think of you.
It was so unfair of you to leave.
Leave me here, alone.
Guess that promise of yours didn't mean a lot to you after all.
It was so heartless of you to die.
Ass.
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