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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...
by Dagmar Wilson
With his skin so soft
his rosy lips...
by M. Rene'
Songbook hearts warble nervously
there once was hope here, in a space...
by Cam M
Seven days they say, it took
to create every cranny, every cove, every nook...
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"