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text on paper reading if we ever meet again

Photo by silence has the loudest voices

holding on to hope
hearing what you say
tell me that you’re
sorry. It’s too late
what’s someone like you
doing with someone like me?
I’ll never be the same
I just want you more
hope you don’t see me blush
there’s so much more to say
maybe I’ll tell you
if we ever meet again.