unfulfilled love
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It was a day like every other day that my life was like
Just another school day of eighth grade and not knowing were there day will take me
I am the soother of souls
The seducer of the broken
I breathe in their pain
And breathe out their ointment
Yet
They come back
Have you learned now?
Now that there are only memories of us together
Now that I don't look at you differently than other people, in fact I look at you the same as I would if I saw a stranger
