I am lost
in the shadow of who we used to be;
trying to move on
in a world that keeps bringing me back to you;
hoping that one day
it won't hurt anymore.
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Pain on paper
PoetrySometimes I speak to you As if you were Still here, I Think it's called Poetry (David Jones)
Six
I am lost
in the shadow of who we used to be;
trying to move on
in a world that keeps bringing me back to you;
hoping that one day
it won't hurt anymore.
