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Sep 11
i don’t know
who i’m supposed to
tell all of my stories to now

i don’t know
what my poetry will do
without its muse

i don’t know
when these scars will soften
and the hurt will subside

i don’t know
where i’ll run on the hard days
if not to your apartment

yeah, i have questions, but

isn’t one of them
i know exactly why
i had to walk away from you
Written by
Amanda  23/F
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