Moved On Damn Well
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Once upon a time, you were my obsession. But was moving on a crime? 'Cuz you only ever led to depression. You shattered my heart, boy, isn't that what you wanted? You treated my love like a toy, my heart, you haunted. I could never get back at you, but I guess this is my revenge. Now look at you, boo, Our so-called relationship, you want to mend. Look at me now, the best I've ever been. You think I'm still broken over you? Damn boy, You can just keep wishin' that was true. The time wasted on you, I regret. Kind of wish we never met. But I'm fully done now, won't let you reenter my world anyhow.
2020-05-31 07:19:04
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Nafisa J.Bae
eyyyy i hope this poem isn't bout me, bOo -_- XD
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2020-06-04 20:55:02
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@Nafisa J.Bae lmfaoo nooo its bout someone else hehe ykyk ;)
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2020-06-04 21:07:17
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Nafisa J.Bae
@user8720 XDXDXD yupp
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Не скажу "люблю"
Знаєш, складно Тебе любити й не сказати. Тебе кохати і збрехати, Що зовсім іншого люблю, І що до тебе не прийду. Знаєш, той "інший" мене теплом своїм зігріє. Зачарує і поцілує, А ти сиди там далі сам, І йди назустріч виючим вітрам. Тобі вже більше не скажу своє я болісне "люблю"... А просто відпущу і почуття у собі похороню.
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