I wrote this online and
It did not save my drafts
Leaving me with nothing
To indicate what words
I tried to use before
To attempt to describe
How my light was never
Something that could
Penetrate your shadow
Made of self-loathing
And the need to be
Pushed into what is called
A loving, kind person
Though, for all I know,
This could have been another
Love poem
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Manic Pixie Dream Girl: An Era ♡ poetry & prose
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