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We both wanted the best
We would lay down to rest
We used to be that group of bushes
We used to be that small, wild trees in the forest.
Too high to reach
We always tried to preach
It would always end up as a sketch
It would always make us feel wretched.
Things happened
And all the things end up altered
All of those bushes came to their end
We became each other's worst being feared.
It is not that bad
We once have what we had
Howbeit we can't bring back the old
Now let us just make ourselves bold.
-CUFWAUSLC
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Poems For The Wrecked
Poesía𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧. - and I said I had no one during my dark times but who am I kidding? I have poetry and music. Highest Ranking so far: #3- Rhythm #8- Wrecked
