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All these things


All this money, can’t buy me what i really want. All these vehicles, don’t take me where i really want to go. All this time, doesn't give me forever. All these people, can’t replace you. All these memories, won’t bring you back. All these languages, can’t say what i really need to say. All these erasers, won’t vanish my mistakes. All these things, i ever want the most....
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darkpink44
I wrote this poem one day when i was just sitting in my room thinking about a variety of things and how things aren't what they seem to be.

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