There is a part of me
that misses you.
There is a part of me who hates you, as well.
There is a part of me, who looks up to you.
You are brave and strong, you face your demons in a way i never could.
I've fought for years and i miss what I used to be, ya know?
Like when you squint your eyes, and things look a little not right?
I saw a mirage as to who i was.
there is a piece of me.
gone.
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A Constellation of Thoughts
PoetryYou were a constellation, but you were also mine.