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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() I’m sorry that the feeling is mutual That we may die alone together Two halves of different wholes The lost puzzle piece and eternally lonesome sock. Maybe I can give you a hand the right size to hold If nothing else. (I know you want more than poor computer art and the taste of almond in everything I make)
So terrible to realize that good enough isn’t actually enough, Lies are meant to cover cracks of gifted pottery and mistaken phone calls But turn into dust and forgotten conversations. Not meant for us. I will give you so many words, and mean them, if that’s any consolation. I think that somewhere along the line someone messed up, The wrong person in the right time The right parts for the wrong person And a decision that benefits you but remains mine all the same. Maybe everything I have will be enough Even if not all you need I gave my heart to you once in a lapse of greed, But I’m still too selfish to regret it. I apologize but can’t find the courage to be sorry. Comments are closed.
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