Poems from CH

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Everyday must be its own
Mother, you have done me wrong, and for that I, I, forgive you not.   How could I, when still I bleed, at the mere reminder, of those...
Remember me, in the coming years, like I, you, you and your perfect self.   But you don’t know me, (the girl with the brown hair and dark...
Don’t want to call it an infatuation, not a simple attraction, yet an obsession, a forbidden sin, so temptingly taunting me, to bite into...
I've got all these awards. But they feel so meaningless without someone to celebrate with. Fuck if I know if I'll ever find someone but I...
I fell once, long ago, in 6th grade, I know, in 6th grade, and ever since then, my life was always, one step behind, so far, yes, so close...

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