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Just some of my random thoughts at midnight that I turn into a work of art. The pain doesn't vanish and we shouldn't have to hide it. Even if the one we love is no longer with us, we will continue to love. We don't forget, we just learn how to accept it. I write because I once love someone who was not meant for me.
Published: February 2022
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For Him
PoetrySaudade /saw-dad/ a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone distant, or that has been loved and then lost; "the love that remains" A collection of short free verse poetry. 🥈free verse 🥈unspoken
