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too much to see.
too much to feel.
all that matters is you and me.
but how can I survive something so bittersweet?
nobody to hold on.
just me and me.
i see those girls, all around you.
with nothing to give, just some things that will never come true.
i am here to talk to you.
but you are there ignoring me like I'm a fool.
too much to handle for a girl like me.
too much danger from a guy like you.
like same poles that will never connect.
now I'm sure people change.
like our story waiting for its end.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry❝she's finding herself through unintentional and nonsensical inscriptions of so-called poetry.❞ {copyright: dana r.} ©