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Aug 2014
conversations drawing shorter each second.
the value of words decrease.
the space between us is growing,
what's the point? what's left to say.
drifting further away from one another each night.
feelings are nonexistence, unimportant.  
words left unsaid, realistically nothings left to say.
just empty thoughts of what if's occasionally.
Katlyn Elizabeth Kiger
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