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helia Nov 2019
you make me want to **** myself
and it shouldn't be so
you who make me so happy
make me want to go

though the sadness that i feel
is not equal in measure
i cannot deny
that those feelings are real

i can't jump out the window
i can't set myself on fire
i can barely speak my mind
where am i to go
it doesn't make sense.
it doesn't matter.
july 2019.
RVani Kalyani Nov 2019
I miss my place,
I miss my people.
Want to hug them so tight,
Before the tears reach my cheeks.
Want to sleep on her lap,
Cry on his shoulder,
And  annoy him,
My mom,my dad, and my bro,
I'm missing you and love you so.
When a homebody lives in a hostel and misses her people
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