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a poem about being alone |
| Alone..... its been seven monthes and times still ticking, dont bother with your im so sorry, seven mothes ive made it this far cant count on you now, seven monthes and i still care but, the fact stands your not there, seven monthes wont change how you feel, i just wish it wasnt so real seven monthes all alone my biggest fear is what is going to be misssed seven monthes and all alone just wish i had you to call my own........ |