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Klara Nov 2014
Over time I've learned that happiness is only a temporary thing, and the better you feel the worse the "relapse" is, which kind of really *****, since I'd much rather spend my time feeling as though I am the sun instead of having to hide away because the sun is too bright for me.
I wrote this in Dutch originally idk if I'll post that though
Anna Skinner Nov 2014
There's never enough tea*, she said,
a single, cold finger tracing the lip
of an empty mug.
Adequate poem for this cold, November day in Indiana

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