When he was suicidal,
posting evidences
or expressing his grief,
you called him attention-seeker.
But when he finally
climbed a cliff and
flew to his downfall
and such,
you said if he
just opened up to you,
you could have done
something to save him.
Oh, bitch please.
Talk about hypocrisy.
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Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
