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12:43pm Hi, this is me, Stacey. The girl you left at the park, broken and messed. I just don't understand why it all happened. And it's still not sinking into my mind that you left me that easily. But as I blinked my eyes, you immediately disappeared. And after that day, I can't sleep. I'm thinking about you. I'm asking a few things. A questions that I know that couldn't be answered anymore. The reason why I wrote these poems. Because in that way I can express my feelings and all of the things I wanna say to you. The nights I can't sleep, I'm writing a poems for you. And maybe, for myself too. Writing the words of my sleepless nights. Hoping that it was enough for me to move on, and just forget about you. This is me. Still hoping, Stacey. copyright©clarissaclassy
that day
