Its been five years sense I've seen you, and yet you still smell the same.
Its been five years sense we've last spoken, and yet your words are still slurred.
I hoped that our talk would change you, but change was something that's to foreign for your likings.
I wished you'd understand how many people your hurting, but then you'd say "I've hurt worse than any of you can!"
So now I've lost. I've lost hope. I've lost faith.
I've lost you
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Only Human
Short StoryA collection of short story's or poems of the things that make us human. from the silly thoughts that cross innocent minds to the thoughts of love from the glorious minds of hopeless romantics.
