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The worst feeling was when you told me you didn't want me,
then you kept telling me to move on but its a constant haunting
and I see all these beautiful couples finding love and its taunting
Everybody can pretend they know the pain I feel inside
I lay back back in my room alone, I can't help but listen to my heart cry
I don't think there was anyone who appreciated what we had
everyday I was being judge as it continued to make me sad.....
they treated us like some kids who were doing everything that was bad.
but in reality we were doing something that made the both of us glad
and in the end we split apart I am constantly reminiscing a break up that makes me mad,
and if your not the one your the GREATEST mistake I ever had.
Soon getting over me now and I hope you find yourself only the best
But ever since your absence my life has been a very big mess and beautiful test that I had never wanted to put to rest
because the love we once had was something I never knew existed and made me obsessed as i felt I was blessed
So with that being said I know you want to progress,
I can't say that nothing is left, this is my stress, we were once a LOVE story everyone read until I couldn't explain the love in the DEEPEST OF DEPTHS!
I will never be perfect, so I will never claimed to be
perfection is perception and perception is a viewpoint you can see.
If only I could tell myself there's plenty fish in the sea
But see the sea is full of killer sharks, fake guppies and a thing we call grief and as I find myself drowning while I'm fighting to breathe

and you are still pushing me to continue to leave but then I realize that I'm in love with the feeling in my heart saying we were meant to.......BE!!!!!

-Mikey I. Hill

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Mikey Hill

Hello my name is Michael I was born on Thursday of April 16, 1998 in Long Island, NY. I moved to Charlotte, NC in 2005 when I was 7 years old. I love to play sports, I love to hangout with family and friends, I love to write poetry which is pretty obvious since I am a member of a poetry website. I love to go shopping and go places with either my family or friends because they mean everything to me, I have fun with them and nothing could ever change that, but anyways I hate staying at home and I want to go to college and minor in Journalism because I love writing especially when it allows me to be me and express how I feel.

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Mikey Hill
<p>I need some comments</p>

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