I want my friend back.
I want you back.
I miss the old us.
I miss our long conversations.
I miss our long calls.
I miss your jokes and my sarcasm.
I miss my own laugh when I'm with you.
Don't tell me it was all for nothing.
Don't tell me that the memories in my head meant nothing to you.
I loved you once.
I really did.
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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...
