New InkYou said, ďItís just too lateĒ
But you never took me on a date.
The weight of your shriveled heart
Took me at hello, but tore me apart.
We were not guided by fate,
Rather by the choices that led us to the gate
That revealed the path
To our constant wrath.
But now, Iím telling you:
Iíve removed your tattoo.
My heart has new ink,
And Iíve broken our link.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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