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This poem tells about a woman who`s a lot of scared in reality.

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It was not hard to talk with you,
There were many things we talked about.
I mentioned the stars and yours was the moon,
They were both beautiful and will always be beautiful.
You have many thoughts inside you;
Your goals, your faith, your day,
And I was there to listen.
I`ve thrown you empty questions,
Yet there`s still unfinished words hanging inside my throat.
It`s seems they`re falling, but
Guess I will never find a way to voice them out,
Even time will have no hold.
In times like this I do not know how to answer,
I can`t even write them secretly in this once a blank paper.