Mistee's Thoughts

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I sit and I talk
I whisper and write,
other than me
not a soul in sight.

My mind is troubled
with way back when,
my heart just wonders
will he do it again?

Taking the chance
to surrender my heart,
just assuming he won't
tear my world apart.

Nobody knows
how things will be,
our hearts are blind
and refuse to see.

A lesson in life
a memory earned,
It's the way we live
and the way we learn.

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