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Jul 2020
memories,

they draw me in.

false promises and tales of what was

and what could’ve been.

my cup runs dry

but i drink anyway;

i drink it away.

i search for myself in a crowded room

i catch a glimpse of her,

but she leaves too soon.

who i was

and who i am,

staring at the back

of who i could’ve been
reflecting upon who i am, i realize i have no idea.
emily
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