sometimes i think about the life we will never have,
a song,
a scent,
a placei feel like i'm at that time were life was amazing
espically when i feel memories or us come back to life
i miss you,
but i don't knowi miss more than one
but i loved you out of all of them
i don't want you to ever forget about me,
i hope you haven't
cause you run around my head once on a while,
i miss you,
but i will never tell youthe life that i wanted,
i still want itbut it seems like it wasn't in God's plan for me
i want them,
but i need youi just wanna listen to a song without fucking thinking about you

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jar of hearts (a poetry story)
Poetrywho do you think you are? running around with a jar of hearts?