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Jul 6
Oh I remember having dreams
That spark in my chest
Giving me hope
A warm light and fire
Feels and depth
But now
That spark died out
And all that is left are ashes
Scraped off by my sharp fingernails
And washed away by the cool night breeze
Craving a hole
In the place where my soul danced around the warm light
She's laying still now
As if held down
In the hollow black space
Tears dry on her face
Eyes tired of trying
Choking on whatever is left to feel
While I can't find one reason
Not to say my goodbyes
Or say nothing at all
Please don't let me feel.
Alia
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Alia  F
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