you walked past me like i was
nothing to you
when you were everything
to me.
you blow me off
into the wind our memories go,
so you can chase the one that wouldn't even look your way.
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Conversations With Myself
ŞiirWhat is it that I think? Does it even matter? I leave a lot of things unsaid, unheard, and well.. Here's all the things I wish someone would've and could've heard me say.
