Her side (poem)
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Hey um so I was ranting to my friend. and made a poem? I think? the most basic of them all but I mean. How can I feel right now when I feel left alone, in an empty room, with the feeling of how he could never feel the offense and pain I feel right now. Months turn into the feeling of a day. He could never understand me or tell me how much he cares, at least..not after what he did. I dont know how to explain it but..I guess you'll understand soon. In another lifetime.
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