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Im 16, idont write much poetry anymore. |
My love for you, is to pure for words
too soft not to feel...
Cant see down
but know its there...
Twisting, turning
my mind's gone blank...
I know i cant get over you
i know i cant get past that...
Your heart is pure
you mind is black...
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Love, |
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People are very depressed from time to time trying and wishing to change. |