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Wanna sit here or under the stars,
Just talking, counting our scars.
I really miss all the talking,
Only thing left is walking,
But even that made me think of all the talks we had,
Some silly and funny, some about how deep life can get.
Now everything, again, is left unsaid,
Headache caught my head,
And the moment I dread,
When a sea of tears, again, is shed.
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YOU ARE READING
Mind Rhyming
Poetry~*~ I have no idea how poems are properly written, I can only hope you'll get at least a bit smitten. ...Nah, I'm kidding, it's gonna suck, If you're about to read it, good luck. I don't know when I'll be updating, Probably often, since...
