I don't know what's missing. Somethings gone and I need it to come back. I miss it. But I don't even know what I miss.
Do I miss him ? Do I miss his touch ? His kiss ? His voice ? His arms around me ? His mind touching mine ? No. It can't be that. Not after what happened. You don't miss someone who doesn't miss you.
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Writings, rants, questions, poems, really just my life in a book.
PoetryI'm an over emotional little dandelion. Very sensitive but also a tough little cookie. So like this is all my feelings in a little book. Some are about people. Some are about me. Some are about life. Just everything really. PLEASE LEAVE feedback ! F...
