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Dec 23
poem 1 comment challenge: Tomorrow
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Tomorrow

Tomorrow I hope she changes, 

I hope she turns back into the person I used to know
 
Seven years and then everything changed

I don't recognize her anymore but there's nothing I can do

All the memories still there in my head like ghosts,

You can feel them but you can't reach out and actually grab them

All of the laughs and even the fights

We were always there for each other

Now we can barely look at each other 

Tomorrow I want my best friend back

 
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  1. gaia_lenox
    Dec 23, 2019

    This is so heartfelt and sincere, there is such a beauty in truly writing from the heart.

    Gaia Lenox

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