"are we running out of time?"
the echoes in my mind cry.
this isn't the last time,
for they'll never die.
i close my eyes one last time,
for i'll never cry.
i can't open them this time,
so i let out a sigh.
it's a pointless time,
they'll never let me die.
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cherry blossom ((poetry))
Poetrypoetry ((and short stories)) from a girl who thinks too much and doesn't say enough
