maybe we'll meet again, when we are slightly older and less confused, and we will think is meant to be. that we had found each other when we were ready. But then we will realize that the people who loved no longer remain, and that we are just two strangers with familiar faces.
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Poetry|I never told you And you will never know The secrets the stars whispered to me That night under the moon| Cover credits to: @LeroyGraphics
