I've been sitting here
Suppressing my fear that you would find out
Of my majorly little problem
Which you are the center of
You turn over and over in my mind
Making my stomach churn
Why is this happening to me?
I guess it's my time to burn
My heart is veiled with a black mist
Trees creaking and bending with its weight
It is soaked with eons of tears
And I've hung out to dry
Those tears are for you
And how you've plagued my soul
You'll never leave my thoughts
Until I die of old
*wrote in 10th grade
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