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.
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