This story wasn't mine
But for a girl of my past
That I know I will meet in time
When my story starts and her's will finally last.
Let's meet when your pain is finally over so I can start new. - to my past self
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Midnight Thoughts (Prose And Poetry)
PoetryA life that is written For every letter that is given There's a corresponding pain And a Heart that is broken. ------ I will now share a life that once mine A life of my past As how it struggles in time ------ makatangstupida
