And as the wind blows on my skin
I am starting to miss the old me deep within
I changed both ways out&in
And ohh boy the things I've been through
So far reality doesn't feel so true
Did things and said some shit i didn't really want to
But i still do
And i hope that sweet old me misses me too
those innocent eyes
What if everything that made them happy dies
I really don't want to know
I missed her way too much though
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The Nights
Poetry"Every night is a new story , Every night is a new life " The night holds it all, where all the love stories began, where all the tears were shed and where all legends became. Let's dive into the night and live every night of every season a new stor...
