I wasn't sure what to think.
I never wanted that.
I didn't question love.
I didn't realize,
I was missing the idea of missing.
It was maybe strange,
to want to connect...
old and new.
I wasn't sure what to think.
I never wanted that.
I didn't question love.
I didn't realize,
I was missing the idea of missing.
It was maybe strange,
to want to connect...
old and new.
She is my sister,
that is not my blood.
Long black hair,
and kind eyes.
Composition class,
met by chance,
ended up laughing till our sides hurt.
Now we are in college,
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