I sit... I sit while thinking... about these memories, I once called... favorite... Now I call them...mistakes...all they did was hurt me... they all forget me... but I don't know why it hurt me so much, I knew... it was bound to happen, but I denied it.... I mean... my mom warned me... but I denied.... but now... I denied ever calling them my friends...... now i'm forgotten....
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Our Mighty Unspoken Words
PoetryThere's all these different mighty words, all across the world, and so many are left unspoken, and left in our brains, for us to dwell on, and think on. ·230 in Poetry 6\24\17 ·195 in Poetry 6/26/17 i made this when i was 14 and i wrote up until 201...
