Launchorasince 2014
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Fall

The breeze, of fall

 I felt it

The sound, of trees

of rustling leaves,

falling.

The pound

of beating hearts

lit the pavement.

We walked,

side by side

smiling,

laughing,

teasing.

But reality is ahead of us.

Everything

from day one,

every little detail

every single moment

every tears

every secrets

was only remembered

by me.



Why can't we fall together?

Why does it always have to be me?

Why am I always entitled to fall and get broken?

Why can't we become one and fall?