I remember having you hold me back from me kicking this dude ass over him hitting a girl in our class. I remember holding you as you cried your eyes over assholes. I remember kissing you for the first time. I remember meeting your sister and we talk with her all night the first time we snuck out together. I remember you showing me her spot in the crown of stone. I remember when you told me you loved me, I never said it back.
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PoetryHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
