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May
19

Modern Elegy

A river of tears freezes as they fall from my cheeks. You’re too occupied for me.

It was only yesterday that the sun shone bright for you. And now I hope this storm I brewed will reach you. To tell you how my heart is breaking with every second you’re gone.

You left me for what you desire even if you say what you desire is me. I just wish there was something I could do or say to bring you home, just short of dying. Because I think I am.


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