Dear you,
I don't remember your face anymore. Except the other day I went to the beach and found a shell that looks like the curve of your ear.
I threw away everything that reminded me of us. But I stumbled across a comic book you left behind and I wrapped a 2 old day cheese with it.
Who says I'm not over you? I discarded my new soap box. I don't wanna smell like anything you used to fuck.
I dragged the rubber soles of my existence to where you promised my heart. I got rubbish one instead.
P.S: you won't get this postcard.
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