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Poet Veins May 2020
Sometimes I find myself
in our bitter sweet memories.
They sting with every smile.
Just like Bees ,
Sting for their defnse.
I am protected ,
From going back.
Back to you ,
Back to crying uncontrollably
Back to being unworthy.
Back to being nothing .

— The End —