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600 · Feb 2015
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kayla Feb 2015
You don't even know me
very well as I
pour my thoughts
as my lips move
and your eyes stares
and your heart breaks into
tiny pieces

Who is this girl
well I don't even know
and that I have room to
be whom I want to be
and you don't even see me

So I'd fly into a another
galaxy where the stars
shine much brighter
and you could watch me
grow into the person
you'd see

— The End —