Realizing these days can be—
Lonesome,
Haunting,
That kind of sensation that lingers for a very long time,
I found myself walking back to that same place.
That same corner,
Trying to ease whatever it is that's bothering me,
And I had to breathe.
I had to live,
I have to let go.
But these places keep drawing me in, and I can't help but give in.
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I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
