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Mar 2021
She lays in bed.
A flow of tears cascade down her face.
Screaming into the pillow,
She wishes to say those three words.
Words that hold so much to them,
Mean so much.
A deep inhale and a wipe of her eyes,
Into the darkness she sees a figure,
The one she wishes to see.
She whispers,
I love you.
My poor heart..
Written by
Delyla Nunez  26/F/Nowhere
(26/F/Nowhere)   
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