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All I have left of you is a hoodie you left in my room freshman year,
Memories and playlists we used to share.We do not talk or see anymore,
Would have felt better if it was clearly my fault
But you left me wondering if it was.Beneath my confusion and anger I swear it was you,
Your desire to please your new friends,
And your selfish need to outgrow everything and everyone.I'd lie if I say, I don't miss our wild nights at the club,
Maybe that's why I don't like partying anymore
Because it is not the same without you and your loud voice rocking my lounge.When I take walks, see a movie, or hear a song that reminds me of you,
I feel the need to send you a Snap, Shazam or Link,
But the thought of you not replying kills it
I doubt if you still have my number saved which caused my to delete yours too.
How did we become this?—Israel Olorunnisola
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Boys feel too| Poetry
PoesíaA poetry collection describing an unpopular truth. 'Boys feel too' is that book for Guys across all races, social backgrounds, beliefs, and identities to let them its okay to feel. More importantly, it's okay to talk about it.