He didn't still like him.
He couldn't.
Not after evrything he had done.
Yet the thought of their paths never crossing again brought tears to his eyes.
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Poetry
PoetryThis will be a collection of poems that I write, and I will do my best to make sure they're all edited before I publish them.
Broken
He didn't still like him.
He couldn't.
Not after evrything he had done.
Yet the thought of their paths never crossing again brought tears to his eyes.
