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I found one of my old poems that I kinda like...so I changed some of the words and now I like it better. everytime I fell it just felt so right it felt right, to be there with you when everything else seemed wrong and its my fault for not telling you its my fault assuming its my fault that I fell my fault that you weren’t there to catch me and now the memories come back at me consuming me with regret and yearning the memories hit me hard harder than you’ll ever know everytime I go back and think about it it feels like being stabbed with remorse I guess its because I’m weak so you took a part of me with you? well if I move on I’m going to need that piece back.. because that’s the piece of me that loves And I’m trying not to fall anymore Post a comment in response: |
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