lonely:
the feeling i get
when you're not around
and when that happens
i think of how far apart we are
how far we've drifted from each other
and then it all repeats.
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black roses painted red.
Poetrythis is a book that i have poured my heart, soul and all my vulnerabilities into. thank you for being my home and holding my heart when no one else did. i hope when you read this that you can connect with me and the others who have read this, i hope...
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lonely:
the feeling i get
when you're not around
and when that happens
i think of how far apart we are
how far we've drifted from each other
and then it all repeats.
