maybe you are okay without me.
maybe that's okay.
I'd be okay too,
if I'd never known you
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The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
Knowing you
maybe you are okay without me.
maybe that's okay.
I'd be okay too,
if I'd never known you
