stuff I wrote in Jr. High
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I can't describe this feeling,
That's washing over me.
It's like pure bliss and happiness,
To such a strong degree.
Can I wisp over the mountains,
Like the thin streams of mist?
Might I whistle through the pines,
With the wind's quiet hiss?
You're gone, I wish you weren't, please come back my heart is breaking.
I'm hurting deep inside, yet to you my love's still flying.
