Looking out my window I see the trees blown in the wind, the grey snarl of rainclouds approaches my quiet solemnity, even in the afterthoughts of my minds eye I think you, wondering why we say what we say and when, also I wonder why I didn't say what I wish to now Alone in the world now is how I feel however untrue, but i am alone no one knows me like you not a person shall know me like you came to I bared and shared my soul with it scars and wounds and its stories to tell without thinking my grip is slipping shall it fall and it does with a crash and a seeping brown stain that spreads slow and sure along the floor spreads like the pain, that lives in me or spreads like the cancer that fed death to you
Reason for writing:
My friend
Birth sign: Gemini
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