I feel like are time together was cut short I wasn't ready for you to leave me that morning I still remember March 10 it makes me sad that you didn't get to see me graduate middle school
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Şiirheartbroken depression grief love anxiety. I started writing poetry in 2020 after a rough patch in life so I've decided to share some old and new ones some from my diary I hope you enjoy and feel less alone
I wasn't ready to say goodbye
I feel like are time together was cut short I wasn't ready for you to leave me that morning I still remember March 10 it makes me sad that you didn't get to see me graduate middle school
