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Dec 2020
wish I could make money off poems
money doesn't grow on words

somedays I don't see the sun
the moon hides away

feels like I'm a curse
I wish I was alone

I feel guilty for lying
the only way no one can judge me

too protective
too embarrassed

never wanted to get older
left myself somewhere dark

wish things were different when I was young
nothing can be done
eileen
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eileen
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