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A Letter? ‚ÄčLife won’t be the same without you. I’m gonna be a mess. I know. Who am I gonna express my pain/joy to? Who am I gonna narrate my stories to? Who will ever understand me? It hurts everytime I think of being seperated. It hurts. It literally does. The pain in my throat,…

The road not taken. A poem.

I have connected a lot with this poem. Just thought of sharing this. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;  Then took the other, as…