when the willows stopped weeping
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when the willows stopped weeping
is when we fell apart
and for the last time
we kissed
to you, who i miss.to you, who took me, a child and let me go, now i broken shell that once held the innocence of my former self. the rest of you, who may need this. this is my heart in its purest form- the form of words i wish i would have said before. to you, reading back on this as you're older, remember how you felt while you wrote this.
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