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my letter


dear my first and only

im sorry

 

im sorry i messed up

im sorry i freaked out

im sorry that we didn't work out

you have no idea how much i wanted us to


i remember those times

that we would just sit together

sharing our common interests

 

i would tease

and you would snap back

we would both simply laugh

 

i truly miss those days

 

but soon i started acting weird

everything was so new

i didn't know what i was supposed to do

 

you we're confused

and rightfully so

and you got mad

and distanced yourself

 

and so i fell

and fell

and fell

as you slipped my grasp

 

unitl you put the dirt back over me

and sealed our grave


i may have pulled the trigger too fast

but the fatal shot has sunk in

and so we just leave it there

unable to dig it out and talk

 

 but if you ever read this

even though I'm positive you wont

i still haven't blocked you

 

im sorry

 

 

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cantyoudoanythingright

im not that great at rhyming poems, i just write down whatever comes to mind, i also have my own style, I don’t tend to do specific types of poems, which may be weird but i like it

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