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Mar 2020
you say, I am too much for you,
similar to never being enough.

I find myself staggered between
the tipping of the scale.
balance is the illusion that
gravity has created to pull you
closer to me.

why must I lose parts of myself
for you to finally see me?
some things are better left unsaid
bess goldstein
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bess goldstein  22/F/Philadelphia, PA
(22/F/Philadelphia, PA)   
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