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Poetry

Here I churn out my guts for everyone's pleasure, trying to make pain tangible. Trying to make feelings comprehensible. Trying to be somthing.

gratitude

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by Beegorl

by Beegorl

Somtimes I think about the past. But not in a sad way

And i think about how understanding you are

And i think

And i think this is exactly how love is supposed to feel and for once

I believe in you,

in this,

in us,

in happiness

So thank you for everything