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The Year MAG
The year they played Frac Jack
Was the one where he smiled
And told her she was fine the way she was
It was the year she blushed
And locked her feelings out like intruders
Because she didn't know what to make of them
The year they felt older
Was the one where he whistled in the hallways
And made friends with the right kids
It was the year she forgot about him
And was satisfied because
She couldn't handle any intrusions
The year they stopped listening
Was the one where his wrist borrowed the razor from his face
And he kissed the pretty girl who had it all
But it didn't make things any better
It was the year she opened the door
And they talked about the trees
While her stomach hurt and no one had any idea why
The year they did nothing
Was the one where his road stopped twisting for a moment
And let him take a rest
It was the year she spent in silence
And watched him sleep while she tossed and turned
Waiting for something
Just anything at all
The year they made speeches
Was the one where he stopped and listened
And gave her the chance to change his mind
It was the year she begged and pleaded
And ripped her hair out
While he held her close
For no reason at all
The year they saved the world
Was the one where he chose redheads over blondes
And felt like for once, he was nothing more than ordinary
It was the year her wrist stole the razor from his
And she began to give up
One scratch at a time
The year they almost finished
Was the one where he felt like things were hard
And began to wonder why she always looked so sad
It was the year she closed the book
And turned out the light
Gave him one last look because it was too hard not to
The year he was leaving
Was the one where he couldn't let go
And wondered why
He hadn't held the book open with all of his might.
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