She still writes me letters
Some days, when she misses
what we used to have
At least, I hope she does
Because if she would
I'd never receive the letters
Because she's on the other side;
I'm here alone
Waiting for the day I can
Go to her forever again.
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My mini sagas
Şiir[0.5] Home Home, for me, Isn't the place I grew up in. It's my friends. Songs. Beautiful moments. Train rides, Sleepovers, The ocean And escaping the rain in a café. It's also here: My online friends, wonderful people, amazing stories. I want you t...
