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Spuffy12

Published: Feb 16, 2011

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No matter how hard I try-
I can't seem to get over you.

I promised myself I :w:u:l:d:n:':t: do this again.
But how could I ever ignore the way you make me feel?
_{{dead|alive|torn|broken|healed|happy|sad|depressed}}

I guess it just wasn't supposed to be forever this time.

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This is a poem from 7th grade, back when I was REALLY emo.
But, I wont lie, right now, this poem kinda sums up what I'm feeling.

I hope you guys like it