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Jan 2019
quite a melancholy song this is
the life that we live
but our saviors are
others

nostalgia comes stronger
with someone else
looking at the stars
wondering afar

the broken moments are those
i remember
the street lamp that flickered
i remember

we sense emotions and
there's no limit
to how much we share
and what's in it

the more times you shatter
the better you rise
when you finally fall
well, everyone dies

we're stuck in a cycle
but our energy stays
a childlike hope
the endless days

it's late right now
through my window a wonder
of stars i see
i'll sit and ponder

i think i feel the emotion
of every person
and it hurts but it feels
incredible

it feels. it feels.
we need to feel
where else would we be
without a heart to steal

no one so sad as
the person who doesn't know
how to be happy
how to glow

a stream of consciousness
is the best form i write
i'll share my love
and with that, goodnight
i finished watching The End of the F***ing World on Netflix and I used the last sentence of season one to inspire this poem. Or, as I like to call it, a stream of consciousness.
Victoria Edwards
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Victoria Edwards  14/F/la la land
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