Dear John,
I thought you were the one.
And now that you're gone,
I only have left to move on.
The memories live on,
even now that we are done.
And when we promised to stay,
til this very day,
I wish things could've stayed the same.
Now I walk alone,
Hoping for the day I'll gladly find more.
Two flames once lit as one,
Only flicker with the ghostly memories that are now forever bound to no one.
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RandomLetters from a boy who felt at one point or another alone. Who wrote as a way to find a new voice. These are things he wished he could've said. Things he should've claimed. And now will be saying. These are words that come from a place of hurt and...
