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Sep 2011
I can only imagine
you sobbing into your pillow at
each
and
every
moment
that your brain receives a free second to wander
and we all know how
haunting
that freedom is

A dog destined for the semi-truck
without a home
without a path
without the distractions you try your hardest to
place
ever
so
gently

You would never believe how sorry I am
You would
never
believe how sorry I am
and you would never be okay with a
‘I was in your position’
or with an
‘It all gets better’

I can only tell you that it does not just get better
Actively
try
to save yourself
before you let my
selfish
action
consume your beauty
If you want something, take it

I took it
I am sorry

Find yours again
Tessa Tomlin
Written by
Tessa Tomlin
546
   Georgiana Banks
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