Maybe some things are meant to wither and die.
Maybe they weren't suppose to be a part of us that's why they had to leave.
To leave you there all by yourself in a world full of bitter sweet people.
People who never really cared.
But you were different, before.
But I guess you were really a part of that crowd.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryMy heart's deepest thoughts, and a piece of my soul. Every word, every meaning. Every letter special to me.
