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Did I love you? I'm not sure.
Did you love me? I'm not sure about that either.
I know what I felt scared me.
I'd never met someone who felt so much like home.
So I left in the middle of the night.
Wearing my nightie and your jacket, my bag and phone.
I tried after that, I really did.
I wanted to grow,
Become someone who was stable enough.
Someone who wasn't scared.
Who didnt run away.
I think I did okay?
When I came back you weren't there, but I don't think I really expected you to be.
I hope you're okay and you no longer need your bandages.
I hope you're okay, I still think about you.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
