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how would you know
it's not just the coffee stains
on the linen
that would ruin my day?
how would you know
your words of vague empathy
may numb me
for a lifetime and a day?
i never know
what it means
anymore.
i never said
who does kill
me more.
you never know
because lies will fly
and reasons will try,
but i would still be your doll,
with more doubts,
with more regrets,
with more guilt,
with more fear.
but in your eyes,
i will never
be more than just a doll
in a case, in your case.
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YOU ARE READING
the places i've been to inside
Poetryt h e p l a c e s i ' v e b e e n t o i n s i d e ╰ a compilation of poems ╰ ongoing i am still on my journey. i do not know where this heads to, but it's all inside.
