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Dec 2023
Your name is on the tip of my mind
the touch I crave is you
I want you next to me

they ask how I am
I lie perfectly as I smile and tilt my head
but no one can hear how hoarse my voice is
from screaming words you'll never hear

no one is there as I turn dirt to dust
push the gas further down and increase the speed
empty dirt roads hold much more then just dirt

Why your back on my mind
is a mystery to me
but with that comes the depression once more

and the knowledge that despite how I love
despite how I try
no one could love me like you
or be better then you
A young love still pure, despite the time and hardships faced. One still loves the other, and the other doesn't care at all.
Writing of the Unknown
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     guy scutellaro, Man and CJ Sutherland
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