little did i know,
all our memorable days, with one blink turned into memories.
all the fights we've encountered and sorted out, wasted thrown like garbage.
all the up and downs, resulted a broken trail.
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unspoken ⇢ poetry
شِعرlying wide awake, writing at the am, screaming voices inside my head. i never wanted this. highest ranking so far #152 in poetry © 2015, vocalsnjh
