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They say she is...

***Thiis poem, has a lot to do with my life, so...
We sit across from each other...

I guess things will never be the same,
Even with you by my side...

Best friends,
The inside jokes...

A black rose,
A symbol of my world without you...

The coldness is breaking,
Summer turned to winter...

I fight, I scream,
But nothings getting better...

No more time to regret,
Cause theres more to life then your lies...

Always looking down,
I always feel like a part of me is on the ground...

With this poem, i would love to have some...
She sits in her room...

I sit staring out this clouded window,
Thinking about nothing in paticular...

Looking threw this foggy window makes me wonder,
What am I in this world...