Category : Diary/Journal

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She could see,
Everything in me.

She saw the good,
When all I could see was the bad.

I don't think she'll ever talk to me again.
So I always refrain.

What happens when I push enter
Will it just be ignored again?

I said it a lot back then
That I would change instead of run.

Too long to realize
I was the creator of my own demise.

Party onward
No longer in me anymore.

I wish and pray for another chance
Yet I don't push through with the task.