Undoubtedly,
we will meet again
and things will be different.
I will no longer stare at you
with eyes full of admiration,
no longer listen to the sound
of your voice in awe,
no longer quiver at the mention
of your name
Undoubtedly,
we will meet again
and it will no longer be you
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Thoughts Of A Teenage Introvert
PoetryCompilation of unorganized thoughts that weigh me down at 4 a.m.
