This is a personal documentation through poetry.
I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it...
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Take Two. The words that were pure, and spilled from my mouth that night were inappropriate. Uncalled for, even. Who am I to feel missing from a person. Who am I to be intoxicated, and feel absence. Refusal to go into detail will be all that you need to know. I am bitter and angry, and full of love. And I have no spout to release into. An overflow of steaming mess tumbles To my feet. What will you do, drunken girl? You will go to sleep and forget these thoughts.
