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Tag: past
Stranger
I hate this present. I hate how I have failed to show you depth and beauty and strength. I gave you a torn reality that is fake and empty. I am sorry. I wish we could start over and find ourselves again. Maybe we still … Continue reading Stranger
You Found Me
My eyes hold the dark Like an open tomb My mouth cries out For someone to look at me— I hear the boards creak. I feel the walls crack As dust fills my nose And the floors shake Like an earthquake. Light crawls through the … Continue reading You Found Me
