𝑨 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒁

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How I envy those other people who can freely talk to someone,
Just casually having fun,
As I look back on our past,
It felt like pulling again the trigger on a gun,

But hey I miss you,
I miss our memories back when I can still talk to you, bestie.
Will you be glad to know that I already grew?
Just like what you want me to?

I still have questions stuck in my mind like;
"Does she know that I love her so much?" "Does she know that I didn't want to leave her?"
And, do you know who's really wanting to see you soon? This heart who's beating erratically, wanting to hug you, and wishing we won't, again, be apart.

And how I envy those other people who can freely talk to you,
Because from the start, I already knew,
I won't be able to hug you, talk to you, laugh with you, just like how they do.

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