Sometimes it kills me
When I think of what we
Used to be.

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Plain Jane
PoetryWhy are you so plain? Hmm? Plain, you're plain. 💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧 Poetry by yours truly.
Used To Be
Sometimes it kills me
When I think of what we
Used to be.