Poems from CH

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Everyday must be its own
I’m sorry you don’t get it, I’m sorry I’m not the one.   More than anything, I wanted to see you happy, wanted you to smile when you saw me...
I wanted you to understand, wanted you to see, to know, because I was so sure, that you’d be the one, but no.   You saw me, but saw through...
Perhaps, if you’d loved me more, I would have stayed.   Do you know who I am?   Maybe you thought you knew, but apparently, I don’t know...
A place where I could feel without a doubt, I chase for the bliss of letting go, of being liberated.   They ask why I never stay, and what...
If only it was as simple, as stopping, I would, but nothing of value is ever simple.   Turn me away, I beg of you, I wait at your mercy,...

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