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Juno Jun 2019
The saddest goodbyes are the ones no one knows to say.
The saddest goodbyes are the ones whispered over a headstone in the ground.
The saddest goodbyes are unexpected.
They are silent.
They are inevitable.
They are unpredictable.
Juno Jun 2019
Your peaceful walk is my anxiety.
Your camping grounds are where my nightmares take place.

What’s that?!
Oh, just a tree.

Your hiking trip causes me to cry.
What if we find something unwanted? Does that not make you want to leave?!


Why am I like this, you ask? I don’t know. Ask my Hylophobia.
Hylophobia=fear of forests, and I have it. It’s very common, actually. Like, I can go in a forest and stuff, but I’m still rather cautious.
Juno Jun 2019
Sometimes there is calm before the storm.
A sweet little time of peace and happiness.
That wasn’t the case this time.
Juno Jun 2019
Why are you like that?
Why do you keep acting fake?
This isn’t a game.
Juno Jun 2019
If I were to fall
Would you notice or fail to?
Sometimes I wonder.
Juno Jun 2019
We will miss you
And that’s okay.
We said we’d win
Whatever it takes.

For the good of the world
You had to jump.
We all know that,
Yet it still cuts.

Are you happy there?
Do you know we won?
And what about him?
Do you know what he’s done?

You both together
Are the reason we won.
You jumped, he snapped.
It worked, but you’re gone.
Juno Jun 2019
A glitch in her feelings
A flaw in his head
Small nicks and cuts,
Some never to heal.

Decided at birth
Some of them are
But others appear
Along the road.
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