Missing Poem by ruchi upadhyay
Missing
I miss those nights... I miss those nights where we would stay on the phone until our eyes could no longer stay open. Those nights were full of laught, full of deep talks, full of pure happiness. We were so happy.. I just can't seem to figure out where we went wrong. We had our future so planned out, we were sure we were gona make it; it felt so right... What happend?
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