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Apr 2022
I don’t give my plants enough water.
I don’t give any to myself.
I don’t know how they’re all still alive.
I don’t know how to ask for help.

You always go and leave.
You never ask if I'm okay.
You just leave me to rot.
You let the bad habits stay.

I can’t seem to ever fill my cup
without your hands holding me up.
bess goldstein
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bess goldstein  20/F/Pittsburgh, PA
(20/F/Pittsburgh, PA)   
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