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Oct 2018
why do tears leave all the stains
and smudge the ink i used?
why must you always rearrange
the tattered and abused?
yes, some things are too torn to fix,
but here i pray and wish and wishβ€”
oh, these everlasting blues
i broke three promises made to you:
one, to always feel with heart,
two, to yearn when we're apart,
three, never admit wrong from the startβ€”
my mind the stars and world the chart
oh, it's torture, everlasting blues,
why do i do what i do?
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said i wasnt going to write about sadness again, im not sad, it's just i have a whole pile of poems left from when i was
jules
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jules  14/F/the moon
(14/F/the moon)   
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