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There was a time when days were short...
When I felt like dirt...
It was not good and not bad...
Until I met a nice lad...
He gave me friendship when I needed it most...
When I felt like an invisible ghost...
He made me feel real again...
He was sunshine in the middle of rain...
But then the days of happiness came to an end...
My straight future bent...
I had to say goodbye...
And it hurts because I know why...
I admit that I was wrong about half of the things...
It feels like I broke one of my wings...
I know I will heal again...
I just don't know when...
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Thoughts that rhyme
PoetrySometimes it's a story, sometimes it's just a thought or maybe a hidden message. But one thing they all have in common is that they rhyme. (Or supposed to)