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Dec 2018
I wanted us
I truly did
but you are bad at receiving
and you don't know how to give
I feel like I am throwing my love
into a black hole
and begging the night
to give me light
when all it knows is dark
sometimes the stars shine through
which gave me hope
but I need a sun
and you are in a whole different galaxy
I don't own a spaceship
I can't make this work
We are different in ways I can't make up for
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Missouri, USA
(Missouri, USA)   
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