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Aug 2019
Long ago in yesterdays
your cry wasn't heard
when you scraped
those fragile hands
on the cruel ground

In those yesterdays
you were found there
sitting curled up
with tears falling
underneath the slide

Those hatful yesterdays
full of grit teeth
pulled into a smile
bearing bandages
under long sleeves

Dreaming in yesterdays
wishing for today
to be the past already
blinded by harsh light
of the morning sky
You were my yesterday, but it doesn't always get better.
Kai
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Kai  21/Non-binary/America
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