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Lily

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

4 poems·Since May 2013
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That Night

May 8, 2013
That night The earth smelled so rich And inside I ached. Loneliness, Even though so many people Were laughing. I was grasping night air With my fist And wondering why I didn’t just cease to exist. Yesterday I thought I’d be a Star. Somewhere long gone. But that night ended. And I lived on.
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