Work In Progress

Where is the girl I was in love with? Where did she go? Iíve 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.

Iíve gotten so small while loving everyone so big. Iíve gotten lost in life while searching for my path.
Written by Nocturnalbutterfly
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.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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