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Where is the girl I was in love with? Where did she go? I’ve lost feeling for life while feeling the pain of everyone else.
Like flowers pressed in a memory book, forever preserved, but never the same, never whole.
I’ve gotten so small while loving everyone so big. I’ve gotten lost in life while searching for my path.
Like flowers pressed in a memory book, forever preserved, but never the same, never whole.
I’ve gotten so small while loving everyone so big. I’ve gotten lost in life while searching for my path.
Published 22nd Dec 2019
Author's Note
This poem is literally a work in progress. I had these lines pop in my head and wanted to get them out.
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23rd Dec 2019 00:52am
The paths are irrelevant, it's the journey that counts...cherish what you have for the moments we feel are already a memory
18th May 2020 7:30am
