i Start To Think;
About My Past, My Preset, My Future
Then i Blink,
i Think about how Many People said They Would Stay in Touch,
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beautiful poem. people are made up by a sum of all there experiences and those close to us have the biggest influence
ei tash! i can relate with your poem: i hate it (or don't love it, or don; t like it) when people leave me...and it hurts to think that you change jobs or move out of the boarding house and leave behind the people who have shared your world for sometime...but that's how life goes...i hope you oculd dropp by my posts and share comments on my poems too...mwah!