~Gone
It's like we were only friends all along.
We were never together, I couldn't play a song.
I don't even know what I did wrong.
I guess I can think it over,
Now that I'm gone.
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Poetry for the Pained
PoesiaThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
