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The atmosphere was different that day.
Mixed emotions were shown that day.
Sadness, comfort, craziness, closeness.
Shadows were left behind that day.
Shadows that had nobody to complete them.
There is only a bare space left in that room, to be filled on that day, any day, everyday.
Such a young age, such a bad time, such a bad way.
People would stare and comfort them on that day, not that special day, that day that left a big unwanted hole in our hearts. Broken hearts.
You think it's impossible because of the age, the time, the way. But it's not. No way is it. Don't ever let yourself think that. Ever.
I wrote that when I was 15. And I've only just realised how many "that day's" there are in it.
I still look at it and think how unhappy I must have been, because it was about a week after a friend died I wrote it.
This is the first time I've ever shown anybody this. I'm no pro, so don't be harsh! :)
Mixed emotions were shown that day.
Sadness, comfort, craziness, closeness.
Shadows were left behind that day.
Shadows that had nobody to complete them.
There is only a bare space left in that room, to be filled on that day, any day, everyday.
Such a young age, such a bad time, such a bad way.
People would stare and comfort them on that day, not that special day, that day that left a big unwanted hole in our hearts. Broken hearts.
You think it's impossible because of the age, the time, the way. But it's not. No way is it. Don't ever let yourself think that. Ever.
I wrote that when I was 15. And I've only just realised how many "that day's" there are in it.
I still look at it and think how unhappy I must have been, because it was about a week after a friend died I wrote it.
This is the first time I've ever shown anybody this. I'm no pro, so don't be harsh! :)
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The atmosphere was different that day.
Mixed emotions were shown that day.
Sadness, comfort, craziness, closeness.
Shadows were left behind that day.
Shadows that had nobody to complete them.
There is only a bare space left in that room, to be filled on that day, any day, everyday.
Such a young age, such a bad time, such a bad way.
People would stare and comfort them on that day, not that special day, that day that left a big unwanted hole in our hearts. Broken hearts.
You think it's impossible because of the age, the time, the way. But it's not. No way is it. Don't ever let yourself think that. Ever.
I wrote that when I was 15. And I've only just realised how many "that day's" there are in it.
I still look at it and think how unhappy I must have been, because it was about a week after a friend died I wrote it.
This is the first time I've ever shown anybody this. I'm no pro, so don't be harsh! :)
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The atmosphere was different that day.
Mixed emotions were shown that day.
Sadness, comfort, craziness, closeness.
Shadows were left behind that day.
Shadows that had nobody to complete them.
There is only a bare space left in that room, to be filled on that day, any day, everyday.
Such a young age, such a bad time, such a bad way.
People would stare and comfort them on that day, not that special day, that day that left a big unwanted hole in our hearts. Broken hearts.
You think it's impossible because of the age, the time, the way. But it's not. No way is it. Don't ever let yourself think that. Ever.
I wrote that when I was 15. And I've only just realised how many "that day's" there are in it.
I still look at it and think how unhappy I must have been, because it was about a week after a friend died I wrote it.
This is the first time I've ever shown anybody this. I'm no pro, so don't be harsh! :)
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uhh..sorry for spamming up your wonderful poem :)
Top post
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The atmosphere was different that day.
Mixed emotions were shown that day.
Sadness, comfort, craziness, closeness.
Shadows were left behind that day.
Shadows that had nobody to complete them.
There is only a bare space left in that room, to be filled on that day, any day, everyday.
Such a young age, such a bad time, such a bad way.
People would stare and comfort them on that day, not that special day, that day that left a big unwanted hole in our hearts. Broken hearts.
You think it's impossible because of the age, the time, the way. But it's not. No way is it. Don't ever let yourself think that. Ever.
I wrote that when I was 15. And I've only just realised how many "that day's" there are in it.
I still look at it and think how unhappy I must have been, because it was about a week after a friend died I wrote it.
This is the first time I've ever shown anybody this. I'm no pro, so don't be harsh! :)
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Original post at bottom
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The atmosphere was different that day.
Mixed emotions were shown that day.
Sadness, comfort, craziness, closeness.
Shadows were left behind that day.
Shadows that had nobody to complete them.
There is only a bare space left in that room, to be filled on that day, any day, everyday.
Such a young age, such a bad time, such a bad way.
People would stare and comfort them on that day, not that special day, that day that left a big unwanted hole in our hearts. Broken hearts.
You think it's impossible because of the age, the time, the way. But it's not. No way is it. Don't ever let yourself think that. Ever.
I wrote that when I was 15. And I've only just realised how many "that day's" there are in it.
I still look at it and think how unhappy I must have been, because it was about a week after a friend died I wrote it.
This is the first time I've ever shown anybody this. I'm no pro, so don't be harsh! :)
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See?
uhh..sorry for spamming up your wonderful poem :)
Is it different?
How come the original post is different from the original post at the top?
Thank you both! I'm not 15 anymore, that was 2 years ago! :)
That's pretty damn cool, and especially amazing considering your age too.
"Shadows that had nobody to complete them"
I think that line sums your poem up, it was really good.
I think that line sums your poem up, it was really good.
The atmosphere was different that day.
Mixed emotions were shown that day.
Sadness, comfort, craziness, closeness.
Shadows were left behind that day.
Shadows that had nobody to complete them.
There is only a bare space left in that room, to be filled on that day, any day, everyday.
Such a young age, such a bad time, such a bad way.
People would stare and comfort them on that day, not that special day, that day that left a big unwanted hole in our hearts. Broken hearts.
You think it's impossible because of the age, the time, the way. But it's not. No way is it. Don't ever let yourself think that. Ever.
I wrote that when I was 15. And I've only just realised how many "that day's" there are in it.
I still look at it and think how unhappy I must have been, because it was about a week after a friend died I wrote it.
This is the first time I've ever shown anybody this. I'm no pro, so don't be harsh! :)
Mixed emotions were shown that day.
Sadness, comfort, craziness, closeness.
Shadows were left behind that day.
Shadows that had nobody to complete them.
There is only a bare space left in that room, to be filled on that day, any day, everyday.
Such a young age, such a bad time, such a bad way.
People would stare and comfort them on that day, not that special day, that day that left a big unwanted hole in our hearts. Broken hearts.
You think it's impossible because of the age, the time, the way. But it's not. No way is it. Don't ever let yourself think that. Ever.
I wrote that when I was 15. And I've only just realised how many "that day's" there are in it.
I still look at it and think how unhappy I must have been, because it was about a week after a friend died I wrote it.
This is the first time I've ever shown anybody this. I'm no pro, so don't be harsh! :)
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