@hafan hey, I am here. I want to be you friend and I want to talk with you. If you accept my request. I am waiting for you..
Lost and found....
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I go through old poems like the pile of clothes left on the floor in the closet ripping words from their lines, tying to find the one's that still wrap around this body. Too tight, too lose. Too old. Not old enough. Nothing seems to fit the way i want it to- and when it does, there is always a hole i hadn't noticed, a strain that wont come out.
These poem's dont look like they used to. They are all wrinkled like bark and faded like paint on a sun-kissed sedan. I should throw them out, or given them away, but ive never been good at letting go.
It's sad to grow out of your favourite clothes. I know ill get new ones, but they wont ever feel the same way these did, and besides-- how else am i supposed to wear memories?
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@RAGNAR When i looked your topic 'lost and found' i thought it was an advertisement like newspapers give advertise😂
Nicely written by the way -
Well put!
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@sushant-singh lmao seriously?? 😆😆😆
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@ragnar bravo
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@ragnar yes i am not even kidding