Sometimes I wonder if we had one more day,
What I would say...
Would I tell you some news of the school,
Ask you about where you now roam,
Would I tell you all the things left unsaid,
The guilts and regrets still in my head,
I don't know what I would say,
But I still long for that one more day.
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Lorn
PoetryShe knew that lonely was not being Alone but it was the feeling that no one cares.
