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Born with the name,
Was never the same,
No need for fame,
When she came,
Was only here for a game.
All the wrongs.
All the right.
All the time we spent,
Will never forget her scent,
Never made me feel discontent,
Whenever she needed to vent,
I'd always be present.
All the wrongs.
All the right.
I do hold responsibility,
My lack of awareness, my lack of doubt,
Only to take a different route,
Wish I was about, despite other things.
All the wrongs.
All the right.
But it is my time to move on,
To work on myself.
About the Creator
Baxter Page
Student 👨🎓 | Writer✍🏽 | Caffeine Enthusiast ☕|
I’ve looked at many niches and have decided poetry expresses me the best!
I hope you enjoy my content! 😁
Twitter: @baxterpage_
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