You're not alone this time...
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MatureOngoing8m
Last published Mon, May 4, 2020
A book of poems of things regarding of lost love, lost identity and lost need to go on. They are things that I will feel and write down. It really ranges so if you want to try it and you read one to relate to tell me! And tell me your story I want hear it! Hope you guys like this it's my thoughts and feelings in a book!❤️
Also some poems will definitely be shorter than other and some will be pretty lengthy..❤️
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I used to think there'd be no living without you. Then, you walked away. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. We finally stopped making sense to you. So, you left. Why wouldn't you. It didn't matter that it still made sense to me. That I still held on to all those what ifs and unanswered questions of us. Still hoped for things to work out somehow. Still needed things to work out. Needed it like food and water. This story might not make much sense to you, reader. It was written for him. And in many ways for myself. But I am grateful for your desire to explore our life's tale non the less. It was quite something. I hope you'll get something out of it.
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