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This poem was conceived after a glimpse at my reflection, and after a tumultuous few months of my life. It seemed to be somewhat of a realization when I looked at myself and saw how much I had changed because of this man. It is a poem of desperation for the better parts of the past, and it is also a poem about trying to find the strength to know myself again.
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I caught a
glimpse of myself
as I opened my
I don't really
stared back at me
it looked eighty
sharp lines in my
a girl raped of her
you know it's been
millions of years
since I've talked to you
I feel like you
let me feel the snow again
before I had to
from my side
let me hold your hand
the simplest things that
let me pretend that
I don't really know the
or better yet
under my skin
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