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Anning
Anning
By: JEIL
My teeth are not white.
My jeans are nearly tight.
I may not be Mr. right.
But I will still fight.
I am somewhere crazy.
Alone is my mentality.
I live on my own fantasy.
Still searching for my own reality.
We are both on our tragedy.
Trying our best to stay happy.
What if it was meant to be.
What if there is a you and me.
But you are there and I'm here.
Reading words we could never hear.
Maybe in time all this be revealed.
And all the what if be unsealed.
Composed: 05~19~14