what i really want to know
is not the time i was born
(though that would help me with astrological symbols)
or my eye color
(of course i know that)
but why you left me
i can't help but wonder
if in a different universe
i live with you
why did you leave me?
i don't know who you are
because you're not my real parents
you weren't there for me
but i just need a reason
was i not good enough?
or did you leave me
"for my own good"
i have to know
but i probably never will
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Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
