Once upon a time
I wish fate didn't let us meet
Because what's the purpose of meeting someone new
If you'll be left eventually anyway?
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Naive Girl
PoetrySitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.
What's the Point
Once upon a time
I wish fate didn't let us meet
Because what's the purpose of meeting someone new
If you'll be left eventually anyway?
