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ANNOUNCEMENT:: THIS IS THE LAST PART OF EXCERPTS. WATTPAD WONT LET ME ADD MORE CHAPTERS. I WILL CONTINUE MY POETRY IN MY NEW BOOK "CLOUDS." THANK YOU ALL FOR READING AND VOTING.
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You don't know how you make me feel. And maybe that's my fault.

But if I speak, if I write– I lose you.

I can't imagine what it's like without you.

So I'm silent.

Holding my tongue when I want to scream.

Painfully aware of the inches between us, that stretch like oceans.

I am an island.

And everyday the gap grows farther.

Soon I won't even be able to reach out and brush you with my fingertips.

You'll be gone. Because our time is in a set frame.

Though you try to ignore that fact, it is a pinprick in my headache that won't fade.

We were never meant to last. It's almost like we were built to become rubble.

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