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May 2022
these are vivid memories
from many moons ago
when neither depression nor
anxiety held me hostage

it has just been us two
little summertime sadness,
rather endless gratitude (for you)

like dead fish we
floated on the riverΛ‹s surface
and it felt like magic

you made me feel as light as a bird
and i miss it

i miss us.
ilias
Written by
ilias  19/F
(19/F)   
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