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13h · 27
fifteen.
Keayra 13h
At fifteen,
Home isn't home.
Crushing myself,
To be someone else.
It worked, so to say,
I've made it okay.
For life without you,
Is nothing,
At fifteen.
leaving home at 15 is difficult.
15h · 39
Floral
Keayra 15h
I like books and music,
Vanilla in my coffee.
You like sports and films,
I’ve learned to love.
Changing me to one,
Issues bleed through.  
You were everything.
Coming home,
a vile stench.
Foreign aroma,
Floral petals fall.
Sneaking home,
Dawn creeps.
Dusk shines,
You stop.
A figure stalks,
Near closed eyes.
Night after night,
Recollection.
You were once,
The one I loved.
Desolate, early bird,
"What went wrong?"
16h · 151
Hypoglycaemic.
Keayra 16h
Chill impedes my spine,
Mist clouds my mind,
Voices scream and cry,
“Why can't I just die?”
Hypo through my bones,
Obscurity bestows,
For this excuse
Is mine adieu.
Done with all, until…
A flash
Concise and clean.
Heaves me back
“Don’t leave them.”
My soul ousts a squeak
A silence stills,
“Escape the black”
For there’s always light
In the world of lack.

— The End —