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Mya Apr 12
May the Sun provide you the comfort
The Moon stripped you of
Mya Apr 9
The storm will always come
You must be ready to weather it
When it arrives
Mya Dec 2024
I'm not scared to die
I'm sacred to live through it
And suffer the weight
Of another failure
Mya Dec 2024
The answers you seek
Are hardly as simple
As the questions you repeat
You'll never be satisfied
Mya Dec 2024
They don't want to see you
better
They want to see you bent
Twisted and contorted
Into something unrecognizable
A thing only worthy
Of their pity
Mya Dec 2024
I don't know where
Or when
I expect to see you
Again

All I know is that last time
Couldn't really be the last time
Could it?
Mya Dec 2024
Do you still write?
Or did your words leave
When you did?
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