This is the part that scares me: to wake up in the middle of the night and feel a short stab of pain thinking how much I've been made to believe we have something special, before throwing it back to normal, as if it never took place. Just as how it's easy for me to write your name again or let myself fall back to that same place. Have I been hallucinating? If not, tell me that it's real, and it still is.
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Written Constellations
PoetryA constellation of prose, poetry, and verses spun together for a galaxy of love, life, heartache, and hope.
