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Ephemeral Changes
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It was always hard.
It was always hurting.
But it has always been normal.
And so, I learned.
I learned to numb the pain.
I learned to keep up with the thorns.
I learned to shove it all behind.
I learned to fake a smile.
But then you came.
Everything else, I've started forgetting.
I started forgetting the pain.
I started forgetting the fear.
I started forgetting my hurting self.
But only for a moment.
I enjoyed your company.
I enjoyed your radiance.
I appreciated your calm demeanor.
And I thought things would be better.
But then came a voice
from the wallows of my despair,
"What can you give?"
You gave me your kindness.
You gave me your sweetness.
You gave me your love...
but who was I for you to give everything you have?
I was foreign to love.
Uncomfortable, as much.
But I learned to adjust to the feeling,
Though only to an extent.
Then again came the voice,
"You have nothing to give."
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Date written:
March 12, 2019
Revised on: 12/01/19, 12/14/19, 12/07/20
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Yours Truly
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