i like the imagery here.
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ego
I saw a father and a daughter
Hiking happily
And then I saw myself.
Like dog eared books stacked high and the foxgloves growing from my scars, I see god in every face except his.
The sun can be so tall and snow can be dripping from rooftops and tears can be dripping like wet glass. And I was left here.
Maybe it was all I deserved. The universe cracked open my rib cage like angel wings and picked me apart like vultures. They weighed out my organs and sentenced me unworthy of acceptance. I was born to drown in my own ordinariness.
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songs we sang on sundays
Poetrya random collection of original poems by yours truly about love, depression, god, and all things teen angst. feel free to give critiques (kindly please). I haven't shared these with many people and I want to get better at this craft I love so dearly...
