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Poetry attends to Em's
Lonely state of mind and...
Cardboard boxes were our boats
Carrying us to far off lands...
As seasons pass, there is a day,
I’ll visit where, your bones now lay...
So many words left unsaid, only hinted to
But eagerly spilled emotions can turn sour...
I thought this feeling was long gone
An elusive creature and I was their poison...
“I.O.” is marked on a gravestone in Milton
An American flag and bronze star grave marker spin...
In this day and time there is no such thing as a fcking best friend anymore!
I don't regret my past. I just regret the time I've wasted with the wrong people.
"You will lose people in your life. Sometimes even the ones that you least expected. But you can't control it... you have to just look over it and realize what you do still have"