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i feel physically ill at the thought of losing people who i treasure
what do you mean this is the last time we're going to hang out
what do you mean this is our last sleepover
what do you mean this is the last time i'll visit your house
the last time i'll knock on your door waiting for your answer
what do you mean this is the last time we will laugh together
the last we will cry
the last we will smile
what do you mean this is our last hello..
our last goodbye?
what do you mean we didn't know it would be our last?
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the stars were in your eyes 💫 - poetry
Poetrypoetry is one thing that keeps me alive, it keeps me going so here are my poems that i wrote when things felt especially hard 💫
