i wish i could
remember fondly
all that i have
loved and lost
but i focus on the loss
and become scornful
biting my lips
and my arms
to keep my
silent screams
from being heard
by anyone
other than
the girl
in my head
- - -
she is no
friend of mine
but she stays
there sometimes
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
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