The smell of books and the sound of rain,
the feeling of getting home.
Those are the things that make me smile, but make me cry myself to sleep.
They say a year changes you a lot but why am I still here?
Standing so much higher then a year before, but sitting just below the sea.
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Thoughts from mind
PoetryThis is a collection of lines that I wrote. I guess you could call it poetry but it may not always rime. Some may just be thoughts straight out of my mind. Some may be moments I've experienced. Some may be the feelings I've felt. And others might b...
