Every morning I wake up,
I think of you.
I think of the things
We could've been.
I think of the things
We could be doing
And I think of
Why you went away.
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Floating Thoughts
Poetry❝ If silence is golden, What is noise ? If silence is golden, What is a whisper ? If silence is golden, Why don't we treasure it more ? ❞ - F l o a t i n g T h o u g h t s A place where my beautifully weird thoughts floating around in my mind are...
