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There is a word for love, There is a word for sadness, There is a word for anger. Yet I have tried, again and again, To find a word for how I feel About that little girl in my memories, And I have found nothing. There is not a word for how I long to hold her close, Whisper that it will be okay, That things will get better with time, That she will not always feel alone. There is not a word for how I wish I could slow down time, Show her the things that will happen, So that she may prepare herself For how it will hurt. There is not a word for how I want to discard her, Rip her hands away from my sleeve, Be as cruel to her as her constant cries have been to me. There is a word for love, For sadness, And for anger. But never one for her.
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Mar 2, 2023
Mar 2, 2023 at 11:14 PM UTC
A Word (Or Lack Thereof)
There is a word for love, There is a word for sadness, There is a word for anger. Yet I have tried, again and again, To find a word for how I feel About that little girl in my memories, And I have found nothing. There is not a word for how I long to hold her close, Whisper that it will be okay, That things will get better with time, That she will not always feel alone. There is not a word for how I wish I could slow down time, Show her the things that will happen, So that she may prepare herself For how it will hurt. There is not a word for how I want to discard her, Rip her hands away from my sleeve, Be as cruel to her as her constant cries have been to me. There is a word for love, For sadness, And for anger. But never one for her.
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sanseviera
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Mar 2, 2023
Mar 2, 2023 at 11:14 PM UTC
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