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Are we running out of time?
Are we something like food with the date attached to us letting us know when we are best by?
Expired.
Is our love, once so full and lively
Shriveling up into nothing?
But it can't be..
I need you..
You're a part of me;
Oxygen
And without you, I can't breath
YOU ARE READING
Letters never sent
PoetryWords I simply couldn't find the courage to say feelings tucked away never to see the light of day.
