I wonder if I would be one of the papers neatly tucked in your drawer, the one folded between your notebook... the one you couldn't and wouldn't forget. Or I'd end up one of those crumpled pieces in your trashbin—a long-forgotten mistake.
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Through The Noise
PoetryUntold stories about the noise who fell inlove with silence.
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I wonder if I would be one of the papers neatly tucked in your drawer, the one folded between your notebook... the one you couldn't and wouldn't forget. Or I'd end up one of those crumpled pieces in your trashbin—a long-forgotten mistake.