i look around me
and everyone has their person.
the one they do everything with,
have millions of memories with,
tell everything to.i had a person once.
it was you.
but you found a new person
a person that wasnt me.
now i dont have my person.you were my person.
but now you have your own person.i hate being alone.
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Poetrya collection of late night thoughts and early morning reveries