Everyday is the same
and I have a moment to myself where I feel everything at best
The outside has done so much for me
I don't have to hide anything
Months have changed
along with the seasons
and memories stayed
but personalities did not
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My writing does not comprehend what my mind wants to say. I slide words together in hopes of them being prettier than the people around me.
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