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by Kakera Jul 5, 2022
Sadness, depression /
Seven cycles of the seasons later,
and I'm still gluing back together
my glass heart,
causing new flowers to blossom
on the edge of my fingertips
everytime I slip
Replacing my shadow with abstracted memories
of who you were, and what we shared
Seven cycles of life and death,
seven cycles of decay and rejuvenation later,
and I'm still sitting here
obsessing over my regrets
Would you recognize me, after so many years, I wonder?
Would I want you to recognize me, even?
I miss you.
And I miss the me
that you were proud