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Poem I Wrote |
| This passion, this feeling described in one word. Shouting and screaming, but yet to be heard. Is this feeling true, or is this feeling fake? Nothing to do, and nothing to stake. Watching and waiting, for the right time. Memories are fading, like a distant chime. You may have forgot, what I will never forget. A flame that was hot, is now hardly lit. |