Why do I endlessly think of you, the things you used to do? Why can't I move on from what you did to me, from what you did so many times? Why does it stick in my brain the way you used to use my body like a toy? Why can I not forget what you would do? Why do I still hear everything you would say? Why do I feel everything you would do? Why can I not just forget about the things you used to do and move on?
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poems And Stories
Poetryjust some poems that I have written. some of them are terrible but some of them may be halfway decent. any suggestions to make anything better will be gladly accepted.
