We never cared for anyone else
because the only ones that kept meaning.
was ourself.
I tried so hard to keep you close.
but that was like killing a rose.
And for that
more and more you drifted away.
But yet no more I krept,for alone I stay.
such a selfish gain.
to sacrifice friends and myself still remain.
The darkness of the moon,and the brightness of the stars,
more and more they drift afar.
How I wish things didnt break.
But I guess we had more then we could take.
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amazing poem i love it the flow and everything it just went together perfectly
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