Poem: Untitled

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How unfortunate it is to know you well
Being able to feel yet seeing you swell
Wanting to care but being unable
Knowing you care, however unstable

But that’s how our life is, unfair
All I can afford is to look out and stare
Carrying so many unspoken words
Them not knowing their own abodes

Going to bed with thoughts gushing forward
Tears swelling up, leashing outward
I think about you every single day
Yet I find no words that can make you stay

Until then,
Yours x

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