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What's Before Me All AlongShe's no longer my sweetest friend, feelings of knowing there must be something more, something invades my mind sparks.. Never end eched onto my brain luring me, I'm certain, sure continually, she sees me as her lover... isn't it all so extra-ordinary how things- Greatfull matters of a heart, turn-out from friend to, my love at such a time of troubles, to when it's... O' so right... Before, I was full of more heart-akes of nowhere clinging to emptiness along love found or lost ready to be alone with life, endless fear so near once fond souls, and now greatfull for... what's before me all along Vote for this poem |
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