It's not about me being left behind. It's about what's in me that made them open the door and leave as easy as they slip in.
-what's wrong with me?
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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.
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It's not about me being left behind. It's about what's in me that made them open the door and leave as easy as they slip in.
-what's wrong with me?
