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Jan 2014
There are days
when I feel the glass
pressed against my face.

There are nights when I know
that I miss everyone more than they miss me,
and it changes the tide inside my stomach.

Sometimes, the moon is so big
and bright
that I can see my reflection.
chels
Written by
chels  Raleigh, NC
(Raleigh, NC)   
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