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Jul 2020
I am stuck in this never ending cycle
of wanting to talk to you and not wanting to. Constantly reminding myself
of the ways you ****** up my life.
you aren't what i pictured you to be.
While walking down the amnesia lane,
I stumbled upon a moment
when i was your everything
i got back on my feet and started walking again
reminding myself that it was all temporary.
Written by
Hazel grey
115
   Bogdan Dragos
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