if ever someone asks me who you were and what you were like,
i'll reminisce our past and recite them like sonnets, because although you are gone, the memories you left behind are so beautiful that they deserve to be preserved like poesy.
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crimson
Poetry'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
