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by nourayasmine Apr 19, 2022
Sadness, depression /
My mind threw all weapons
like a defeated soldier walking
to their captors with two surrendering
arms and a lowered,
No more blaming it on
the timing. You and I had
years to fix each other.
The timing was perfect, but
we’re not. We’re far from perfect.
I’m broken and grief-stricken.
I’m PTSDing my way through life.
I’m scared to death, of
loneliness, of old photo albums,
of alleys that has the smell of
thyme, of the past.
I’m scared of myself.
No more denying it.