Why can't you miss me like I do?
Why can't you love me like I do?
Why?
I ask myself,
But I don't blame you,
I wouldn't fall for me either.
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YOU ARE READING
Thoughts in words.
PoetryThese are pages full of words. Full of words meaningless for some, but for few full of feels. I hope you enjoy these words, that aren't here just to fill pages, but are here waiting for the few who dare to seek the meaning behind the shallow wall of...
