Unsent Letters
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Meet me half way and I will kiss you there
Turn your back on me so I can move on
Tell me you're sorry I can't have you
and I will wait till it's alright
I'm letting you go
I promise I will embrace you someday
Somehow
but for now
I can't cry but I can try
same as I love you but let me not to
I could never be a man
I was just this girl who found love
At the wrong time
I love you and by only that
It's not enough
So I am writing about you
you'll never know though
feelings will change
guitar strings will break
I knew how it goes anyway
A stabbed heart
At a hopeless state
-I'll
Who knows you will come across this side of the world someday. I'm afraid you would .I'm afraid you wouldn't just so you know this are those whatever I failed to say before.
////////and for those who could read this, please don't be a silent reader, help me to get this to her LOL.
Alright, just pm or put something in the comment if you got something to say about this unsent shits mine. Thank you so much !! World peace.
-I am no one
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