NOT MY POEM**
Nothing, but the truth. Always choose your words wisely.
He caressed my cheek, sadness in his eyes.
And then he was gone.
you were my everything.
"I hate you," she whispered, flush against his chest.
to connor, may he be in our hearts forever.
Just To Be With You.
How it feels to miss you.
A description of anxiety. I understand not everyone faces anxiety the same way. This is merely a description of my own anxiety,
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