冷麺

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i ate my bowl of noodles, soaked with tears

as she rants on about her life, and her fears.

i wonder how this all, got this way

when all i ever said, was her name.

𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗦 , poemsWhere stories live. Discover now