I lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
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The world is always moving Nobody ever stops to see what they left behind Instead they just keep moving But you know what It's okay I've always walked alone anyway
