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Sep 2021
Every moment of silence,
Is stolen by you.
In my mind,
You are always there.
In reality,
Life isnt that fair.
Someday in the future,
No clue when or where.
Ill know you like nobody,
Till the end, I swear.
Why is making friends so hard? Why is keeping a friendship alive so hard? Why does no one want to talk to me? Why am I always the backup and never the go-to? Why, why, why???
Shattered Thoughts
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Shattered Thoughts  F/lost in thought
(F/lost in thought)   
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     Weeping willow, --- and Benzene
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