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After school hours, sleepily
Looking down from the window sill...
So far apart...
by Em (marmite)
Cupid shot me once
now, daggers make my heart bleed...
by Ben Pickard
The woman in me use to hate
who I was...
by Aabraham Anyadike
I escaped her eyes in our early contact, although...
Maybe finding someone to share everything with is not the point.
Maybe the point is to feel fulfilled in the self-consciousness of individuality.
I needed you like the desert needs rain, to fill the cracks on the surface and nourish the deep soil.
Turns out you were the sun.
I am not a stranger
No I am yours
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore