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I sit there, exhausted With my hand supporting my head, My eyes close. And as my eyelashes brush my fingertips, I realize the word gentle Could be used about me too.
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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 3:11 AM UTC
Harsh Eastern Hands
I sit there, exhausted With my hand supporting my head, My eyes close. And as my eyelashes brush my fingertips, I realize the word gentle Could be used about me too.
This a poem from long ago. I used to write way more than I do now, but someone told me that the few I let see them tore them to shreds. I can't think of my words the same.
#youth#thoughts#peace
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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 3:11 AM UTC
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