Sad
12/12/2025
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Mr. UnknownProficient Poet
Every minute. Time is ticking.
Every minute. I think back. What’s the point of counting how many you had. When none of them ever last. I’m trying to make this one last. But she reminds me of my past. Same story everywhere. Have me floating in the middle of no where. I can look at my phone. Waiting to see if she can send that heart break message. It could be at any minute. Time is ticking.
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Mr. Unknown
Proficient Poet
28 poems written
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