What happened to our conversations?
What happened to the old jokes we used to tell?
Where did you go?
When did our memories become nothing to you?
Why did you let me go?
Why is it all
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Black Ink, White mind (#1)
Poetry"Unable to decide from where to start, I hold my pen and write to heal the scars forming and shaping the flaws and imperfections that make me who I am." Warning: This work will put you down to your own thoughts and memories ⚠ ----------- Prev. #282...
