I think summer came and went too.
We were distant.
Camp was far.
Kisses were non-existent.
I was sad that we, us, our was no longer in use.
I was hesitant to let them go.
You said no.
You said to never let them go.
I didn't.
I think maybe I should've.
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Wrecked
PoetryWreck/[rek]/Noun A person of ruined health; someone in bad shape physically or mentally. It's funny how I look back now and realize that maybe I still love him. That maybe I still love the real him. Not the one who did it for the money and the s...
