i get a little tense
when i'm alone that is
i don't know where you go
but i know it's no home
without you
i fear that time has come
to say i'm done, i'm done
with everything but honestly
what will i ever
possibly do
maybe i'll turn back time
so i can send my spies
let me know where you go
but i know you're at home
without me
i fear that time's undone
and i was always wrong
i'm to blame for your mistakes
suffocating in my hatred
i'm so sorry
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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