as i speak
into the tape recorder
sitting here
getting nothing but older
the flame dies
begins to smolder
and the love
i once did feel
has become my
achilles heel
if only i felt something for someone.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
