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6d
Monday nights I am alone
I sit in my ridiculous green chair
rewatch my comfort shows
avoiding words I can't say
and read sappy words that make me cry

lines about what
could have
would have
should have been

salt ******* eyes
instead of glasses
laughs captured in sobs
dragons ripping my heart to shreds
goblins looting emotions hidden

stories written by kindred
spirits
ghosts I could
be

Monday nights I am alone
you are happy
with friends
ruling magical worlds of your creation
sometimes I want to be included but Mondays are for mourning what could have been
eleanør
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eleanør  28/F/bOston
(28/F/bOston)   
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