I seem to not be happy with myself,
I miss her
I seem to miss myself,
Because the days have grown cold
I hope she's still alive,
Somewhere deep inside
I feel her trying to get out,
And I'll let her,
Maybe when its time
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Zenith - A Book Of Poetry
PoetryA book of devoid poems. There isn't much to explain, or describe. I wrote My Dark Friend- A Book of Poems which I had to end do to my issue of writing too much, so this is kind of part 2.
