"I like to think that I'd be kind.
I want to talk about my open mind.
I want to believe that I'd welcome her,
Yet I'd never go back to what we were.
I think I've finally learned to forgive.
Accept this ending and go on to live.
I look back on our history fondly now,
Even if I can't quite understand how.
How we fell so hard and got back up,
Abruptly ending after so much buildup.
But I have decided I don't need an explanation.
I think it's finally ok to abandon this creation.
And I feel at peace, and empty, and silent.
Almost like I'm operating on autopilot.
Go about my day and think about nothing.
Though I suppose it's both nothing and everything.
I think it's easy to say I'm better.
Not good by a mile, but I'm getting there.
I have novels and friends and poems.
Even if I'm still drowning in emotions."
-c. e.
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PoesíaI am not happy. I don't know if I've ever been, or if I ever will be. Plenty of shit has happened to me, but plenty of shit has happened to everyone so I shouldn't feel special. I just wish I didn't have a normal person's life. I wish I didn't have...
