Time will never replace,
Anything I said to you.
Such as,
"What's it like to be a boy?"
"What's it like to be tall?"
No one else will ask,
Such outlandish questios.
You don't even mind,
Just smile and tell me a few words.
How's it like to be hurt?
How is it to be asked that?
How about love?
How about that feeling?
How about me?
Nothing more.
Author notes
Okay then, this was (supposed) to be option number 4, unusaul love. I'm not sure if it is anymore, but that was the original concept.
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Very interestin thoughts here. Great luck in the contest.
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