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Most of my poems are boaut love.Things that I have experienced.There's not much to say about me really.I'm just me.
She looks at them so in love and there’s only one thing that she can think of.
Her true love that set her free, the love she thought was meant to be.
She looks at them hug and kiss, only two of the many things that are deeply missed.
The smell of his
She looks in the mirror and what does she see?
A broken girl whose been hurt deeply.
Her smile has disappeared,
And her heart and soul has become so fragile and sheer.
I’m lost in a place that is nowhere to be found,
A place where I always seem to fall to the ground.
I’m lost in a place full of feelings that cannot be expressed,
A place where it seems my best is never my best.
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