It truly makes no sense,
Why you still cut me when I'm down,
As I've moved away now,
But when I think of you I still wear a frown.
For your words stay cold,
Stinging even the deepest corners of my soul,
And even when I try to break free,
You are all I can ever see.
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Somewhere Between Lost And Found
PoetryJust a collection of short poems that I thought I'd share