we shared a lot of laughs,
and some tears too
a kiss or two maybe have been stolen,
but who was counting?
the memories & pictures we have are priceless,
my most valuable possession
we went from hanging on the weekends to barely a wave in a car
how did we get here?
we were friends, now we're just strangers in passing
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thoughts
Poetry"sticks and stones may break my bones but my thoughts will fucking kill me." welcome to the mind of a girl who has a lot to say but doesn't. *bare with me, the few parts aren't the best. it gets better, I promise :)* *genuinely just need an open sp...
