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I return to me now
I sat at the door,
and this is not a poem.
This is my pride returning,
a “please let me love myself now” kind of thing
a “Please God, do not give me a heart that can hold this much love that when grief comes it doesn’t die”.
I sat at...
and this is not a poem.
This is my pride returning,
a “please let me love myself now” kind of thing
a “Please God, do not give me a heart that can hold this much love that when grief comes it doesn’t die”.
I sat at...
