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Aug 2019
It's me
It's the bitter ache
Watching the leaves
Move on trees
Outside
It's the deep rooted
Wrongness
That pervades me
It's the sickness
That's growing
Little sprouts of doubt
Littering my bones
It's the saddest melody
That she sings
It hits me
Flattens me
It's me
The hardest part is realizing that the part of my mind that won't let me be is the one who's wrong. It's not the world. It's me.
Written by
hannah  F/Haven, ME
(F/Haven, ME)   
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