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Sep 2018
[after] it happened
there was not [much] else
i [thought,] about
had ever hurt me [this] much
i stayed up for days
and barely ate for days after that,
thinking, "this all there [is]
and this is all there ever will be"
and [my] insides caved in
my [last] home
had crumbled
had withered away like the rest of them
had said "[goodbye.]"
without even uttering a word
these are my words:
[i'm] [sorry.]
Written by
y'ay'a  16/F/Moon
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