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Jan 2020
What part of the words on the page
Unravels my confusion
And extinguishes my rage

I could just succumb to sleep
Or peruse a book
Or fall to my bed and weep

But forever and ever I return
To paper and pen
To work away the burn
Maybe when I see the mess from my head organized on the page I can leave it be. Maybe that's the only way it ever feels over.
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Aimée  F/The Past
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