Poem 3

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I did something wrong, that's why I left
But everyday, playing in my mind are what ifs
I wish I could turn back time
Kept my promise and be your comfort



I loath myself for making you feel that way
And I want to walk away
I want to disappear
And then maybe.... you'll find me.

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