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How can you appear so happy when I'm here breaking apart?
Tell me it hurts.
Please just tell me it hurts when you hurt me.
When you make me feel unsafe, constantly under your watch.
Even when you're not around.
I should leave but where do I go?
Where do you go when everyone you've ever loved has left?
I stay and find my peace in the woods.
Laying in the moss with bugs in my hair.
The river runs and sometimes I let it run over me.
Hoping it'll wash away everything, cleanse me right down to my core.
Yet I return home, chilled to the bone with dirt in my hair.
But you don't care.
I'm not sure you ever did.
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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...
