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Like Her
I wish I was more like her.
The way she searches the stars makes the fireworks seem cursed.
I felt it since the first time, I laid eyes, I was immersed.
Her beauty was a habit and her love was like a purge.
She cured me from my sadness and all the sins I’d stir.
Trust me it was rebirth, the light inside her soul had given me a burn and then there were her curves.
I never felt...
Saturday 1st February 2025 5:20 am
Hanging
I remember everything, even the type of ring you wanted.
The type of things most would've forgotten.
I was there listening, came through with everything I promised.
That's knowledge for you.
That’s knowledge for you.
You were my favorite subject and I passed all those classes plus I’d hang right after school.
Always hanging onto you, but now we let go and I can’t hang to an excus...
Saturday 18th January 2025 4:51 pm
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