![]() The more I think about it.A Poem by CentipedleI've felt this just like before. The pit in my stomach is being scooped out. Burning and tearing into my being. As the clock ticks by, so do I. It's different from before though. Anticipating, not sure which is worse. I have many words to say - But they are caught in my throat. I love you. You were supposed to win. But this is how life goes. Send you off with silver letters. Send you in to streets of gold.
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3 Reviews Added on July 26, 2016 Last Updated on July 26, 2016 Author![]() CentipedleApple Valley, CAAboutHi, my name is Pedle as an online handle. Don't be afraid of my username! Note about reading your stuff. I try to review as much as I can if you are on my list below. But the best SURE way to get .. more..Writing
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